Category: Photos

This season’s crew

So far this season I’ve made six sockmonkeys. One went to Tim Jackson of Tech Capital for giving the biggest donation to our Movember team. One went to Melissa for Christmas. I forgot to take pictures of either of those sockmonkeys. Oops. Though I suspect we could get Melissa to take a picture of hers without too much trouble. 🙂

Anyway, the other four were for the four co-workers who were not at the company yet last Christmas when I made the last batch (10… God help me…) I DID remember to take a picture of them, which is below.

2009 sockmonkeys for the co-workers

I have four more I want to make this season, but it’s nice, post-Christmas, to be able to work at as leisurely a pace as I want. And my calloused index finger thanks me, too. 🙂

Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of two girls in their late teens or early 20s, sitting next to their rollerblades on the sidewalk out front of Tim Hortons, chatting and laughing as they used markers to letter cardboard signs with panhandling pitches, beginning with: “NO FOOD”.

Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of a young woman walking down the sidewalk past the gas station where I was filling up my car, apparently talking to herself and staring at a piece of toast in her hand, held in front of her as one would hold and look at one’s smartphone.

(Granted, an ex-VP I worked for did dub the older BlackBerries “toast phones” due to their less than elegant form factor, but this was, perhaps, a tad too literal an interpretation.)

Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of an older chap, looking every inch the English country gentleman, complete with tweed cap, ascot, and pipe… behind the wheel of an enormous, tricked-out pickup truck with blinding chrome rims.

Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of two young men, standing beside each other, waiting for the bus, looking nearly identical with matching haircuts, glasses, jeans, and boots, but one wearing a Leafs jersey and the other wearing a Canadiens jersey.

(Presumably the guy in the Habs jersey had a bigger grin by the end of the evening…) 🙂

The annual Divas’ Cottage Weekend!

At long last, last weekend Sherry and I headed north to Wasaga and Kim’s family cottage for a couple days of eating, drinking, laughing, eating, drinking, trashy magazines, napping, eating, drinking, huddling around the fire, beach walks, eating, and drinking. 🙂

Alas, this year there only ended up being five of us, but we brought enough food and booze for 20 people for a week. We know what we’re doing…

And despite my immense crush on the charming and handsome Chevy Chase (the only man allowed to join our revels), I even managed to include a couple of pictures that aren’t of him.

Divas’ Cottage Weekend

Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of row upon row of women of a certain age, all with similar looks on their faces, eyes a million miles and a few decades away from the here and now, as the strains of a slow and romantic Artie Shaw number drifted through the Saturday afternoon air at Jazz Fest.

(What I wouldn’t give to know the stories of what they were remembering.) 🙂

Unphotographable

This is a picture I did not take of a thirty-something suburban dad, trying to maneuver a stroller through the Saturday morning throngs at the St. Jacobs Farmers’ Market, an English cucumber clutched in one hand as if brandishing it like a cudgel against the chaotic tide of hungry humanity.

Assorted photos

Sherry and I walked over to City Cafe for lunch last Saturday, then took a stroll around Victoria Park. There were a few photo-worthy moments.

Goths in hot weather! Couldn’t get the camera out and handed to Sherry fast enough to get a prime shot of them, but still – amusing!

goths in hot weather

Along with the usual cadre of ducks and such, this heron was in the lake, and surprisingly chill about being close to shore and near passing people.

heron at Victoria Park

There’s a railway bridge over the Iron Horse Trail once you get into Kitchener (down towards Gage, as I recall). Every season the graffiti is painted over, and every season something new appears. I quite like these demons/monsters, mostly because of the colours and their belly buttons. 🙂

railway bridge graffiti