Posts Tagged ‘ night ’
Eine kleine nacht werk
Posted on May 16th, 2019 – Comments Off on Eine kleine nacht werk Filed under: Dispatches, Patrick Bay, Pictures
4 a.m. (and I have a headache)
Posted on September 3rd, 2018 – Comments Off on 4 a.m. (and I have a headache)
Magic tonight
Posted on February 29th, 2016 – Comments Off on Magic tonight
Newer view
Posted on March 11th, 2013 – Comments Off on Newer viewDay, or night?
Snowy lane
Posted on November 30th, 2012 – 1 CommentTechnically not the very first flakes, but definitely the first that decided to hang around for more than a few minutes. Enough, at least, for me to dust off the ole camera.
Sugar delivery
Posted on October 27th, 2011 – Comments Off on Sugar delivery
Offloading sugar at the Redpath refinery, Sugar Beach, Corus Quay
Lightning strikes
Posted on October 26th, 2011 – Comments Off on Lightning strikes
Lightning bolt art at Corus Quay
Pride: après le travail, le fun!
Posted on July 4th, 2011 – Comments Off on Pride: après le travail, le fun!After spending the afternoon sweating it up in our non-A/C’ed apartment, Sarah and I decided to skip the Pride parade. I didn’t shed any tears … I’d gone with tripod and sweaty brow in previous years and just didn’t feel like fighting the inevitable crush up Yonge Street.
Besides, the party on Church Street which, around Wellesley, is basically gay/lesbian-central in Toronto, is really the main event. Oh sure, you can enjoy your fill of assless-chaps along the parade route, but it’s really the after-parade party where the thing really gets going.
What happens at night, stays at night
Posted on August 31st, 2010 – 4 CommentsBetween the vagaries of my web development work and daily life — “minor” updates to glade.ca that turned so easily into a complete three-week site overhaul, that challenging Levi’s “Go Forth” campaign, endless TD Canada Trust banners, assorted Purolator stuff, birthdays, and a visit to Canada’s Wonderland (Behemoth is pretty kick-ass, I must say ), I’ve hardly had room to swing a cat through my schedule.
Just as well – Ollie probably wouldn’t have taken well to it.
I finally managed to convince one of the agencies I work with that the term “independent contractor” isn’t merely a figure of speech (that and the liberal use of the term “employee” – why do I keep running into this?!), so I was looking forward to doing some work from home and mixing in healthy doses of blogging. But fate, being the filthy whore she is, pulled another steamy week out of her ass.
That window fan I’ve had going non-stop for about three months now has simply been circulating oven-like heat throughout my living room, over the exposed chassis of my computer and two surprisingly warm monitors (programming with just one monitor is a sort of punishment), and right back at my puffy, bloated face. Oh yeah, and it’s allergy season again.
Anyhow, I finally ran out of excuses tonight and took it to the streets.
... with pictures
... with sounds
... with videos
... with opinions
... that's shorter
... that's longer
