Everyday? Not quite!

I throw my hands in the air! I'm not very consistent when it comes to updating my blog, but it's not like I didn't warn you ...

I did post some photos from my trip to NYC if you would like to take a look

That's it for now ... I really should be working on a group assignment. I've been procrastinating for the past 2 hours, that should be enough, eh?

The photo: Joie de Vivre, by Mark di Suvero. Located in Zuccotti Park, Lower Manhattan.

Head down ...

Every morning, well what seems like every morning, I walk by this man who is always walking up Yonge St with his head down.

The man, wearing shades of brown and beige with sensible shoes, never seems to walk with his head up. Marching along, maybe he is deep in thought?

One morning, after an evening rainfall, he just marched through a puddle like it wasn't there. He, with head down, just walked through it!

I didn't see him this morning...

Getting dressed at Summerhill station!

It was this morning, as I was making my way to the subway. I noticed a man, he seemed in a hurry. His shirt, a purple gingham number, was untucked and he was carrying his matching purple tie and jacket.

I thought, "... must be running a little late this morning." He beat me to the subway station.

By the time I got down to the platform, he was already there. I noticed he had the jacket on now, and from my vantage point, i.e., walking more than a few steps behind him, it appeared as though he was tucking his shirt into his pants.

I thought, "... I'll know he was tucking his shirt into his pants when he does the zipper action." Huh? You might say?

Well, he had undone his pants - I could tell by how easy it was for him to tuck his shirt. But what's more impressive was, he was walking and tucking at the same time. All the while his pants were unbuttoned.

Then it happened, that familiar motion ... right arm bent and moving in an upward motion. Gotta be zippin' his pants!

Next move ... tying the tie. And the subway pulls in!

Precious to the Core!

I've been meaning to post this since I made breakfast on May 3rd!

I was reading a book on American painter, Richard Diebenkorn and I got the idea to photograph the core of the pear with one of the paintings in the book.

I thought it looked melancholy against one of the paintings, Ocean Park No. 125, 1980.

A toilet seat, a box of donuts & red boxing gloves

What do a toilet seat, a box of donuts and red box gloves all have in common? Everything!

One morning, at least a week ago, I was on my way to work. I walked out the front door of my apartment building and there, on the sidewalk across the street, sat a new toilet seat - still in its packaging - and a box of donuts. I chuckled to myself, and thought this is going to be a fun day!

I ride the subway to work, get out at Queen's Park as I always do, and make my way to the escalator. There just ahead of me is a young woman with a pair of red boxing gloves strung over her pack back. I debated whether or not I should ask her about the gloves. Then I thought, what have I got to lose?!

It turns out the young woman studies kickboxing and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu at Don Ritter's dojo around Eglinton & Laird. I told her I always thought it would be great to learn to box, except the getting hit in the face part! She said she felt that way at first, but she learned how to block punches.

I surmised she was in her early twenties and asked if there were any women older than she in the class. She told me there was an older woman of about forty (!), who was a mother and that she was in great shape!

I asked why martial arts? She told me she liked the workout and how great a stress relief it is. She also commented on how much more confidence she has since she has been studying Jiu-Jitsu.

I told her I have a friend who studied Jiu-Jitsu and that people - mostly guys - often dared her to "take them." She said that happens to her as well, and like my friend, she tries to discourage them.

However, as did my friend from time-to-time, she would have to put them to the mat just to get them to shut-up!

Boys! Huh!

I'm so bad ...

... at this, that is!

Then again, nobody is reading my blog, so it doesn't really matter when, or if I post something, now does it?!

It's kind of ironic, making my thoughts and observations publicly available for anyone who happens along. Yet, these posts seem private by virtue of the fact that they do not have an audience.

I know, I know ... if I want to be noticed then I need to promote my blog, bang the drum, be clever, etc, etc. But that's not my point.

This is like going unnoticed while walking down a crowded street. Except, here I'm far removed from the people, sounds, sights and smells of the street.

A leaf on a Pear!

While making my breakfast this morning, I noticed the pear I was about to cut up to put in my yogurt had a leaf on the stem. I thought there was something precious about it.