Sick Day Collective
The past few days I’ve been sick as a dog, riding out another round of the 99 day cough, or whatever it is I have. I managed a few short walks, but nothing in itself post-worthy. I made a collection of keepers and here is the result…
This first shot is taken out my Man Cave window, across the way to one of many construction sites. The birds are black birds, and the focal length used for the shot is 600mm. The building in the background seems really close but it isn’t; focal length compression creates the illusion of closeness. The window I shot through is exceptionally dirty and tinted blue, and there was a fog outside that I thought was interesting. In the end, the fog proved to be more distracting than I thought it would be, so I removed it in post. In about 3 months the crane will be much higher, and there will be a partially constructed building in its place.
Here’s a shot of the building I live in reflected in the same building behind the crane in the first photo. At sunset, the warm light creates an interesting façade. The many lines cause mayhem in the reflection, creating an incredibly complex image.
I managed to walk over to Toronto’s Old Fort York and poke around for a bit. I arrived late in the day hoping to catch sunset there, only to discover the park is locked up at 5 p.m., and has a rather aggressive fence. I managed to get a few shots, like this stairway. It leads down from Bathurst Street to the path that runs along the south side of the Fort. This wall can’t be seen from the street or anywhere else, and so becomes a prime target for graffiti. A historic timeline of events is stamped in the metal portion of the wall, telling of the history of Fort York, about how the Americans took the fort in 1813 and burned the Parliament Buildings in York; modern day Toronto. In retaliation for that act, and the Battle of York, Canadian and British troops went to Washington and burned the government buildings there. A very interesting time in Canada’s history.
Some of the Fort York’s restored defences, and in the back, the majestic travesty, the Gardiner Expressway, also recently restored.
A fine specimen of a Weeping Willow, a very artistic tree, at Fort York’s west entrance. The wind was fairly strong, creating very interesting lines from its branches.
South of Fort York and under the Gardiner Express Way, on the shore of Lake Ontario, is another park. Coronation Park has beautiful old trees, planted a long time ago to symbolize Canadian fighting regiments. Each tree represents a different regiment.
“Coronation Park was created in 1934 when the seawall was extended from Strachan Avenue to Bathurst Street. Conservationists and war veterans expanded the role of the park to include a commemorative coronation planting. On May 12, 1937 the largest ceremonial planting of its time in Canada took place. A royal oak tree surrounded by a ring of oak trees was planted to create a central focus in the park. A grove of maple trees was also planted in memory of the many Canadian troops who fought overseas. ”
Today, random daffodils grow from the uncut Spring lawn, creating a sparse meadow amongst the 80 year old trees. Each tree has a plate at its base, naming the regiment it represents. Some plates have grown into the trees themselves, becoming a living part of Canadian military history.
There is a large war monument, and part of it is a series of smaller carvings. One of the carvings is this one. It represents barbed wire. I grew up on a farm, and hated the stuff. We didn’t use it often because it’s ridiculous to work with. The sharp metal tines catch flesh and do terrible, gouging damage. And it rusts, making any small cut a potentially very big deal. I understand why it’s part of a war memorial, as barbed wire was used heavily as part of trench and fortification defences in World War I and II. I imagine soldiers hated it far more than I did. The wire had a significant impact on the lives of thousands, so much so it became part of our war monuments. Today, barbed wire is rarely used because it’s so dangerous, and its nastier cousin, razor wire, cannot be legally deployed in Canada today.
On the way back from Coronation Park and Fort York, I noticed the Empire Sandy had been moved from its Winter moorings to its Summer dock. Its small craft made for an interesting juxtaposition between large craft and small.
A different walk, a different sunset. Pillars at one of the lakeshore condos, and their shadows.
And a different walk; the CN Tower’s reflection in an unexpected place.
And yet another walk and sunset. An obliging Red Wing Blackbird, posing for me when, for once, I had a long lens on the camera.
The Playfair of Toronto, moored and undergoing what appears to be needed repairs. It’s good to see the green come back into my photos.
The male from a pair of nesting swans in the West Marina. I’m not sure if they’re going to be able to hatch young before the summer boats move in.
A macro of one of the moorings at the West Marina.