In this week’s vlog, I find myself at The Beaches in Toronto. Lake Ontario didn’t disappoint. This is going to be the last vlog in this series, and in the video I share some of the things that I learned by working on this project. In the end, I think the most important thing that I’m taking away from this is that I felt really good by creating something new. I hope that you do the same.
This week, I spent some time working with long exposure photography. I went out to Niagara Falls, Ontario, and Bluffers Park in Scarborough, Ontario. I got to thinking about how photography influences our perspective on the world.
On Tuesday, I made my way to Allan Gardens in downtown Toronto. There had been a tornado warning earlier in the evening but I ventured out when I saw a break in the clouds. The colours that came out after the rain and because of the flat light coming through the clouds were incredible. I’m really glad that I finally made it out there and I was rewarded for taking a chance on the weather.
Eight years ago, I moved to Toronto because I wanted a change. I wanted to pursue something different, almost just to prove that I could do it. Continue reading “Crazy Eight, living in Toronto is like canoeing down a river”
I don’t know why I ever thought that it would be any different, but I had just, I don’t know, dreamed of being a good painter. I never saw myself as a Picasso or Rembrandt or Klimt. I didn’t even see myself as a Ross. I guess, I don’t know, I just saw myself as a painter.Continue reading “I am not a very good painter”
Over the March Break, I went home to Calgary for a few days. The visit was too short to do much more than hang out with my family but was long enough to interrupt the things I wanted to do back home in Toronto. Of course, I made a trip to Reid’s and bought a pen. Continue reading “Cucumber Water”
These short days are starting to get really long. I mean, I like a quiet night in just as much as the next guy, but I’m getting really bored with myself. By the time I’ve woken up from my after-school nap, the sun is gone. A guy can’t live like this for much longer. Continue reading “A Serious Lack of Motivation”
On New Year’s Day, -4ºC, my father walked down into the basement, which is my room, turned on the lights, and, in Katchi, softly said, “Aly. Aly, wake up slowly and take your mother to the hospital.”
In Katchi, I replied, “Yeah, okay.” Continue reading “Calgary, where 5°C feels like summer”
I went to go see the Georgia O’Keeffe exhibition last Friday night. I was hoping to have gone with someone but, as it turns out, I’m really glad that I went on my own. It was great to be alone, standing amongst a small crowd, with the pieces on display. Continue reading “Oh, O’Keeffe”