On The Beach

His name is Mel.

He piles rocks.

Those are Mel's Rock Piles.

Wychwood Park

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).

Remember summer? Well, other than the shorter daylight hours, one might think it's still here: 17C as I left the house today, going up to something like 24C today. Beautiful riding weather, to be sure, but it still portends of something wonky happening to the climate (as it seems to be part of a general pattern of much milder than usual temps).

I guess we can continue to keep our heads in the sand and drive our SUVs to work and our 4WD pickup trucks around town...

Too Cool

With nonchalant detachment they await the Breath of Beelzebub. The affect of his glacial expiration will free them of their cellulose constraints whereupon they shall roam the malls and shopping districts of the world, taunting and mocking the fashion-impaired (such as your humble servant) with ruthless efficiency.

Suddenly and without warning, they stumble upon Yorkville only to discover, much to their shock and horror, that Le Chateau is not the epitome of fashion and flair. Humbled and despondent with the realization that they had been seduced by the gull of their Frigid Deity they once again congeal, this time as mannequins at a Walmart in Johnson City, Tennessee, aphonically modelling Fruit of the Loom hoodies and sweats.

And so ends our little morality tale...

Laura Hubert Again

I did absolutely nothing on the weekend relating to photography, including "processing" photos.

I don't think I've shown this one before. I hadn't really planned on showing it at all, as I'm not completely happy with it, however given my lack of photographic productivity on the weekend, it was either show this or show a repeat, so I went with the new. I think it looks much better "blown up" (click on photo to make it full-screen) than as a small blog-pic...

Here's Laura Hubert, including Tim Hamel on trumpet, at (as you could guess from the photo) The Rex.

Squirrel Up a Tree

Has anyone noticed that this time of year the squirrels are acting weird? Maybe it's because they're fixating on their nuts (you know, for winter food storage), but they're running out into the street, right in front of my bike, making me swerve and brake and almost hit them.

So far I've managed to avoid the little blighters, but I get nervous every time I see one of them standing at the edge of a sidewalk, twitching their little bushy tails, looking ready to make a run for it...

Go Buy A CD

I keep plugging Tim Hamel here, not just because he's a friend (which he is), and not just because he's one of the bike messengers to whom I dispatch (which he is); I plug him because:

a) He's a hell of a musician, and,

b) I love jazz, and,

c) I've got lots of pix of him.

I always find it frustrating that there are so many amazingly creative and talented musicians out there who have to work day jobs and gig with numerous groups just to scrape by, when there are little teenage poptarts out there making a gazillion dollars an hour to shake their surgically enhanced body parts to drooling adolescents while lip-syncing lyrics.

Such is art, I guess.

Tim plays every Friday night at a coffee house at 136 Ossington (here in Toronto) called Repasodos (or something like that). First set is 9:30 (which means you'll be lucky if they start by 10. Check them out. This is a different group than the one that plays on his CD, but knowing Tim, they'll smoke.

If you can't make it, go buy or download his CD. It smokes, too...

Sidewalk Tango

I could have gone the Martha and the Vandellas (later covered by Jagger and Bowie) route and called this one Dancing in the Street, but that's way too obvious, don't you think?

I could have travelled down the MGM "Golden Age of Musicals" path (Gene Kelly, Singin' in the Rain) and called it Gotta Dance!, but I decided against that, too.

I guess there are some that, when they feel the need to dance, just do it - wherever they happen to be at the time - and maybe that's not a bad thing...

Sightlines

Recently seen at Toronto's Eaton Centre...

The Blues

Not only did this guy look like a blues singer, he sang the blues.

I don't think I've heard a better live rendition of Dock of the Bay...

Not an Indian Summer

For one thing, I think we should stop calling it Indian Summer, which is clearly a racist term. Perhaps we should refer to it as "First Nations' Warmth"? "Aboriginal People's Unnaturally Warm Autumnal Experience"?

For another thing, this isn't Indian Summer. Indian Summer is a warm spell after the first frost, and we've yet to experience anything close to a frost around these parts.

What it is, is unusually warm for late September. It's been in the mid-to-high twenties all week long, and today it's going up to 28C. These sorts of temps will hold through the weekend until at least Monday. Global warming? Just an anomoly?

I don't care, I like it, and I'll be out enjoying this glorious weekend. I hope you'll be out there, too...

Show Off

I imagine a giant Acme Instant Brick Wall (a la Wile E Coyote chasing the Roadrunner) just to the left of the frame, with the boarder going ~splat!~, flattening against said wall, and sliding down the wall into a heap on the ground.

He might possibly hold out a sign saying "ouch!" or "mother!" as he slides down.

It would serve him right for not looking in the direction he's going.

By the way, does anyone out there know why it is Wile E. Coyote is mute in Roadrunner cartoons, but quite verbose and erudite when he co-stars with Bugs Bunny?

"Are you in-genius?"

The Fitting Room

In Kensington Market, we don't need no stinking fitting rooms...

Technology is a Wonderful Thing

So says the People who kindly bring us Windows Vista.

Me, I'm not so sure. Neither are all the people walking down this Brand New HiTech Hallway...

Coming Soon to a Season Near You

Cool Mornings.

Shorter days.

Now the trees.

You can smell it in the air...

Excuse Me

I have to go feed the cat...

Who Wears Short Shorts?

Looking past this gentleman's cyclo-fashion faux-pas for just a moment, I hope to be this fit when I'm his age (whatever his age might be - I'm guessing him to be older than me).

Living proof that cycling is good for you!

Ride your bikes, kiddies!

Mind you, maybe he's 34, which would shoot my "advice" all to hell, wouldn't it?

And, dear me, get "proper" bike shorts: gotta keep those hamstrings warm!

;-)

On The Cutting Edge

Lately, I've been working on digital B&W conversions.

Before I went digital, I thought of such concepts as absolute heresy; after all, Henri Cartier Bresson shot TriX with his Leica for his whole career, and he was (in my mind, and the minds of many others) the greatest photographer. I have a little Leica, which I tend to load with TriX: If it worked for HCB, it would work for me!

But then I had to ask myself: WWHCBD? (What Would Henri Cartier Bresson Do?) Back in the 1930's, he was among the earliest pros to use what was then cutting-edge technology, a small handheld camera of extremely high quality, using very fast (for its time) 35mm movie-film. Due to the resolution of those Leica lenses, image quality could rival that of large press-cameras such as the Speed Graphic.

Were HCB starting his career now, it's quite likely that he'd do the same thing he did back in his day: he'd equip himself with the latest, most convenient equipment out there, to allow him to do his job in the most efficient manner possible.

I have to admit, I've been bitten by the digital bug. I thought that my pixelization would be a gradual conversion, continuing to shoot film for a long long time. It hasn't been that way, though. I haven't shot a roll for months, and my Pentax *istD (that's in answer to your question yesterday, Frejus!) has constantly been at my side. Now that I'm learning a bit about B&W conversion (there's still a lot to learn), I'm even less inclined to return to the hassle and expense of film.

Fortunately, the Pentax first-generation digicam that I have is a very compact DSLR, with a very bright viewfinder (one of the few SLRs left that actually has a prism, rather than a cheaper mirror-box). Its size makes it ideal for street shooters, while the bright viewfinder and backwards lens compatibility (long a Pentax hallmark) allows for a wider variety of lenses than other companys' DSLRs.

I've now come to the conclusion that a photo is a photo, and that choosing to shoot digital and subsequently convert to black and white is no more "artificial" than choosing to shoot monochrome film over colour. Am I right? Or is there even a right or wrong to this dilemma?

Whatever the case may be, above is a conversion of an earlier photo presented here, Who's Minding the Shop. It's not perfect yet (I want to give it more "pop), but it's getting there.

In the meanwhile, that shot reminded me of an older film photo that I took with the old Leica loaded with TriX, and I suppose that it's most appropriate that I show it today, as someone I showed it to years ago told me that the (apparent) father reminded him of a Rabbi. I believe that in Hebrew, "rabbi" means "teacher", and this man seems to be teaching the young boy. The man's hat rather completes the perception.

And, of course, this evening Rosh Hashana starts, the Jewish New Year. L'shanah tovah!

Not in Madrid

Probably won't ever see her again. Got one quick shot as she sat on her bike, next to the streetcar, waiting for the lights to change at Queen and Victoria.

I liked her hair.

I wonder if La Gatita Gringa likes her hair? It's more than likely this smiling young lady got her 'do here in Toronto, rather than Madrid.

Oh well...

Fire Station

On the Ward Island Ferry.

I don't know why, but I've always liked nautical stuff. Stuff on ships - it's a whole different world, everything's different. Different materials, different design, different stuff.

Much of it seems quite anachronistic, like this old "fire station."

Cool stuff...

Interaction with Others

Spotted last night at King and Portland here in Toronto