realia

lights on the city

I don't take a lot of pride in working on Bay Street. I dig the historical address, but I don't work for, or associate myself with the suits that surround me on the sidewalks every day. I despise the big banks that own the area and who happen to be among the richest companies in Canada who hold the citizens of this country under a great big ugly warty thumb.

But like that kid I mentioned yesterday who squints her eyes to create watercolours on the night, I'm a sucker for the big mother Christmas decorations trying to out ostentatious each other in and around the towers. I love the big shiny Christmas down here.

 

 

Is that wrong?

 

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The holidays are coming. This is the kind of song (project) I think needs dusting off right now. Lately the political kerfuffle has worn me down; in my city and beyond. You?  Maybe we could all take a rest from it all for a little while as as we settle in for winter? 

 

a day like that

 

Sunday morning loafing about around the farm. Eating eggs and bacon and fruit and sitting outside drinking second cups of coffee. Thinking about important things like, "remember antennas?"

Seeing lovely Kathleen Edwards at an outdoor event the second time this summer, and in fact the music is terrific all day long, and the Windsor Salt Band at closing time makes us not want to leave.

Two up on the hill, playing with that golden sunlight.

More golden sunlight, on golden gals.

The party's over, but there's a river I've known. I'd forgotten that in Amherstburg the sun sets on the river, and it takes us a long time to leave the park when the light looks like that.

A gentle evening; Sunday afternoon wine drinkers and food tasters all gone home to get ready for a new week.

Playing

 

Detroit River, one more time.

Bonfire, talking; it's too warm in front and chilly behind. But it's a pleasant shuffle, forward, backward, forward, backward, toes stretching toward the flames...

 

really cold, jazz listening january afternoon

 

 

It was -14C when we woke up yesterday.  I was really glad I'd bought my new coat and I'm happy to say it did keep me warm when we went out in the afternoon to catch some music at the Rex Jazz and Blues Bar on Queen Street and have a few pints.  That up there was the Laura Hubert band and they were terrific.  We enjoyed Danny Marks and Friends before them. 

We walked back down John Street and stopped for a burger.  I liked these windows from the perspective of our upstairs seat at the restaurant.

 

 

Dark, coming home, and we were thinking the CN tower was looking especially cold.  I liked the lines of steel underneath.  Had it been less cold, I might have attempted a better composition of the two elements of the picture.  While my coat kept me warm, my gloves were less than effective in keeping my poor fingers comfortable.  Note to self:  buy good mittens.