my new favourite statue in the cityoscar peterson sits at his pianoon a busy intersection near the national arts centreand if you take a moment to stop & listenyou can actually hear him play
geometry seems to follow uswherever we may go
toe-may-toetoe-mah-toeany way you say itit always tastes the samepure summer goodness
it is better to light a candlethan curse the darkness- eleanor roosevelt
most timesthe learning is not found in the finishbut rather on the journeywaiting for a friend to finish a tough raceturned into an inspirational lessonon perseverance and friendship
just one of the piecesfrom my dad's vintage camera collectionthe majority of whichsits in a box in my guest roomanyone know if i can still get film for this?
another late night opportunityto feature some home-based delightsthese thrift store finds are so exquisiteand the artist remainsanonymous
good companygood foodgood conversationand drink-spitting laughtermy life is richer because of theseself-proclaimed "mad chatters"
young spiritsdetermined to catch the last rays of sunlightand of summer(westboro beach)
wisdomhanging on my walla gift offeredin lovefor a service renderedout of lovethat's the circle of gratitude
and just like that - the day was gonedexterneed i say more?
and the mighty river plunges over the cliffsgiving us the second largest falls on the globeand yeteven the mightiest and greatest of thingscan be made smallerwhen we change our perspective
the perfectionof our manhattan home-away-from-homecan be described in three words:locationlocationlocation
picked up my one-way tickets to heavenguaranteeing a return trip to nyc in novemberand yes, jasonyou. are. loved.
c'est moile nerdstanding in one of the snazziest ladies' roomsi'd ever seenhello radio city music hall
a visit to coney island on a warm august daywas well worth the effort
...and new yorkby the afternoon
toronto in the morning
restroom wisdomat sneaky dee'sat college & bathurst (toronto, on)
caught in the actyou never knowwhat you'll findin your local consignment shopit's not alwaysabout the clothes
some peoplejust need to break all the rules
lostsome days just getlostthis is the dropped stitchin my 365 tapestry
stillnessamidst the abundanceexpressesmy gratitude