Rising at dawn on a Saturday morning could mean only one thing: a trip to St. Lawrence Market. Few other reasons could stir me so early but the opportunity to shop for fresh food at this Toronto landmark. The farmer’s market feel to the place certainly beats the generic corporate warehouse-style place otherwise frequented.
Getting there early means less of a crowd getting there and moving about the vast selection of vendors. Missing breakfast to get there early meant I had an excuse to indulge in some of the delicious food there ready to be eaten. In past years I would have shown no restraint but lately the adoption of a calorie-reduced lifestyle has me being more selective. In the end I settled down for a quick “breakfast” of smoked salmon washed down with a double espresso.
The colours and selection can’t be beat and there were hours to take it all in. I’ve provided a few photos as a sample of all there is to offer.
It’s worth noting that amongst the flower vendors the sunflower seems to be incredibly popular and those buying seemed to agree.
After completing the evening’s task there’s a time that allows for thought and introspection; the walk home,
While the journey is relatively short it is a valued quiet time where anyone can feel a little more at peace and focus on whatever they choose. Occasionally stopping for a quick photograph is always within reason provided the subject sparks the imagination.
We all could likely make good use of a little more exercise as well so there’s the chance to do so by leaving the car at home in the first place.
So it’s safe to say that, along with everything else, I was able to have some time to myself for a little physical and mental well-being.
With yesterday’s administration of a 2nd vaccine shot it’s safe to say we’re doing our part in the recovery. Still living in a state of heightened quarantine due to ongoing caregiver duties but it’s all worth it.
Good to see some restrictions being cautiously lifted provided everyone conducts themselves in a responsible manner. Only time will tell.
Until news arrives to do otherwise the masks stay in place and basic distancing guidelines are the rule of the day. Such a minor inconvenience considering all the good it will do for so many in the long run.
Seems the near impossible is finally coming true with a full week of sunshine now upon us. With so much to do and only a limited number of hours a day this may require some scheduling gymnastics. Where there is a will..,
Just passing time as the last hours count down to the first vaccination shot. For some reason I was a little apprehensive last night; like a child who has to go for their very first shot at the doctor’s office. Now I’m more bored than anything else as there’s very little to do now and best not schedule anything major afterwards.
In an effort to enhance my “reputation” as a well-rounded and worldly artist I’ve decided to dedicating this afternoon to touring Edward’s Gardens – a local site well known for the variety of expertly maintained horticulture.
We know inspiration can be found in a variety of places and I definitely have to look away from the canvas at times so now is as good a time as any.
Always armed with my trusted iPhone camera the plants, sunshine & fresh air will not go to waste. Local guidelines allow for just such an excursion provided a couple of simple rules are observed; a small price to pay given the potential rewards,
In closing, try to make the most of your day and I’ll try not to overload you with a tsunami of flower photos at a later date. Deal?
Some people tend to put a whole lot of weight in the effect of weather on mood and perhaps creativity. While there may be some truth to this assumption it’s worth looking further into the weather itself. Bear with me.
Warmer and sunnier climates provide people with more opportunity to do whatever they like whenever they like. Sounds like freedom to me. Without the restrictions placed on so many during the inclement seasons we tend to focus significantly less on those activities we cannot do.
Perhaps the awkward point I’m trying to make is that it’s the presence of opportunity that makes all the difference. I’ve been both highly motivated and lethargic during all the seasons throughout the year. A grey rainy day has little impact overall provided not a whole lot of weight is put into the opinions of “experts”.
But hey, we can all make up our own minds thanks to life experience.
Okay, perhaps the title is over the top and dramatic but today’s schedule so far has felt close to it.
After fulfilling duties this morning helping an older couple up came the idea of driving downtown on a quest for hidden art supplies not apparent to your average internet user. Hey, some of the best ideas can come out of wandering downtown.
Eventually wound up on Spadina Avenue which is famous for it’s vast selection of practically everything under the sun. Some items can’t be found anywhere else in the city! First stop was “The Collective” where they specialize in spray paint and related materials. If I can’t pour it or throw it I may as well as spray it. Next was “Gwartzman’s” an art supply store I first stepped into 40 years ago. Only minor changes have occurred in that time so it was certainly a trip to the past. They carry anything and everything art related but today I settled for more conventional materials.
Before heading out there was a storefront which read “House of Cannabis”. Needless to say the establishment needed further study purely for “research” purposes. Who would have thought research could be so expensive? To be frank, I believe in thoroughly understanding a subject to it was/is an intensive effort.
There are still a few hours of sunlight remaining to at least get a little painting done. A full day with the canvas is planned tomorrow. Fingers crossed that the warmer days stay with us!
Those unfortunate enough to be swallowed in by the endless grumblings of those on social media whining and moaning about how lockdowns and other public health precautions have absolutely ruined their social lives may not be entirely surprised by all this.
It’s not all the measures in place to preserve health and life that’s ever had me concerned. It’s when finally restriction start to lift and those same complainers gather in bars and restaurants to compare with friends who truly had it worse. Perhaps they’ll feel deserving of a Medal of Valor.
What we’ll never hear about are the countless numbers of people who’s own lives have been barely touched by the pandemic. The people who pass through life without a single phone call or invitation to coffee for not only years but decades on end. The people pushed aside for no other reason than it’s accepted in society to do so. They are, in short, disposable.
Provided these same people serve some kind of financial benefit to someone else then they’re allowed to keep passing through unnoticed.
But when everyone is eventually out and jovial having been freed from lockdowns and extensive precautions there will always be a good number of people who will not be sharing in the celebrations and elation. They won’t be seen at any parties or cookouts: they weren’t invited.
Such is life for those deemed disposable.
But hey, let’s just end this with a fun happy picture to keep everyone entertained..,