On Self-Expression...


I have obtained the opportunity to post my opinion in a vehicle that extends beyond this blog!

I recently became a member of the Welland Tribune's Community Editorial Board!

Check out my thoughts regarding the heated Catholic uniform debate

that's currently smouldering in the Niagara Region!


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Image captured during a lazy afternoon off exploring downtown St. Catharines, ON

My Insatiable Pursuit of Interesting Buildings

Gooderham Building - Toronto

This gorgeous roseate facade I shot at dusk's infancy is of the Gooderham Building (also known as the Flatiron) on Wellington Street. It is actually surrounded by a multi-faceted intersection with an awning of streetcar wires and a clear view of St Lawrence Market. As I stood across from its apex, drinking in the view that I had been wanting to see for a long time,  I tried to imagine how it looked back in the 1890's when it was built. There just seemed to be so much activity taking place just steps away from its walls! The interesting thing about the view was the dense fog that swallowed up the towering office buildings behind it... I didn't even realise they were there until I saw someone else's photograph of it the following day. So although I didn't appreciate it fully until later on, it certainly was a nice way to study this glorious building for the first time.

It was a dynamic Saturday night in the Financial District, St. Patrick's Day to be exact. There were young, vibrant partygoers zigzagging all over the place displaying a handsome collection of Irish paraphenalia. But I was elated to be toting nothing more than my camera... my eyes crawling around the gently stippled walls of this historic structure and appreciating all of its intricacies. Everything appeared so clean and smooth and there were only subtle differences in the colours. I love the glow from in its basement and from the streetlights. It was a great place to be on an abnormally warm March evening with the wisps of fog in the air and the flurry of excitement from the passersby. A great evening to be meandering about with camera in tow.

A starfish hanging on a lobster trap on the beach at Chapel's Cove, NL

Sometimes I think I'm hanging on to my sanity with every ounce of strength in my grip!! Those are days when I'm late for work again, I succumbed to the call of birthday treats at the kitchenette, and I have no idea what I'm going to make for supper. But at the end of the day, I am content and tranquil... I focus on the way I spent the time to calm down my nervous child instead of rushing out the door, I only had one chocolate pecan square when years ago I would have polished off five, and I managed to put together a spaghettini dish that everybody enjoyed together at the table amidst hearty laughter and spirited discussion.



I have a tendancy to store only good memories in my cranial filing cabinet - which almost certainly do exist in every interaction and every situation, as long as you allow yourself to see them. And when an open slate day could potentially be long, stressful, and dissatisfying, I still strive to make it good in spite of itself. And when I'm in that frame of mind, it almost always happens. Then I realise there were more good hours than taxing hours, and I was in the moment instead of longing for something else. I feel like I'm just hanging out, letting time just tick along on its merry way, and feeling the pressures from the week just drain off, because on a long weekend such as this, I have nowhere else to be, and no fixed agenda, and my to do list was rubbed off the whiteboard. (literally... my six year old did that!) It's all good.