KNARF IN THE CITY (a b&w photoblog)

Today we present another in the (what is now an) ongoing series of documentation of the Fondriest trackbike - part by part. Part The First, ...

As I told you yesterday, Sunday was a No-Car Day in Toronto's Kensington Market. It was quite refreshing to have the streets to ourselv...

Yesterday was cool, crisp and sunny; about the perfect autumn afternoon in my humble estimation. We ventured into Kensington Market to purc...

I suppose that's a politically incorrect term: I'm sure she's a "bar attendant". Gato and Gatita , recognize any of t...

Tiff started at the Path a couple of days ago. I've known her for years, so it's pretty cool to be dispatching for her...

In the photo, you'll see Jamr counting. What happens, you might wonder, if he has to count higher than ten? In fact, he managed to cou...

I try to be positive with This Blog, I really do. I know there are youths out there reading this (family blog as it is), and I don't wa...

I once heard that "bad weather makes good photographs." I don't know that this is a good photograph, but in addition to the ab...

We know it's all about control. You hoard the food in metal containers that require opposable thumbs to open, then as a further slap in ...

Doggie shot or subway shot? I guess it's kinda like the old Certs commercials...

Kiki won a TOBMA T-shirt. I can't remember why she won. They had prizes for such "achievements" as "oldest courier...

Before the Taps Rob Zombie

It's Monday. I awoke to the clock radio at about 5:25. As usual, I lay in bed for about ten minutes, listening to the news, for the ex...

If there are bikes hanging from the trees, there must be messengers about. (As an aside, kids, the next time you ask your dad for a new bike...

They spent millions on a new light-show thingie for the CN Tower. Not that I care, it wasn't like it was tax dollars or anything. Made...

Nice alliteration, eh? Okay, maybe not, but it is alliteration. And it is starting to feel like autumn is here. Even yesterday the temps...

I'm in the process of documenting my bike, and I thought I'd start with parts that I think are particularly beautiful. I've alw...

At precisely six o'clock this evening, I will walk out the door of Critical Path Couriers here in Toronto. At that time, yet another lo...

His name is Mel. He piles rocks. Those are Mel's Rock Piles.

Taken back in the summer, on a bright sunny day (today as I passed through this area, dawn was breaking, and I still had my headlight on). R...