The Department of Anthropology, University of Toronto
July is a month that requires a look back post, but first it requires context, so I here is the post I meant to post in July as a photo diary of the day I went to a random art exhibit because I missed art.
We’ve been lucky that the last few days in Toronto and had beautiful Spring weather – clear skies, sun and warm weather. Yesterday I took advantage of the gorgeous spring weather and went to High Park to see the Cherry Blossoms.
It finally feels like spring. It air is warm, the skies are blue & the jean jacket is out. I love this time of year. It makes we want to clean, de-clutter & run outside.
Which is what I did this weekend. After the required period of spring / easter weekend cleaning I joined others in Port Credit who sought the sun.
Today is the last day of the Toronto Light Festival at the Distillery District & I think you should go. I know you are sick of winter & don’t want to leave the house. But, if you are a photographer, art lover or just itching to get out of the house, then you should go.
Trust me, you won’t regret it.
To celebrate my home’s 183rd Birthday I’ve put together some of my favourite photo’s. I have a hard time choosing one favourite spot in the city, but I would count Toronto Island, Trinity Bellwoods Park, & the back alleys of the city amongst a few. The rest is yet undiscovered, as this city changes every year.
Once a year draws to an end & a new one begins, I tend to get introverted & contemplative. I go through this process of recalling the things I wanted to do, the things I did, the things I didn’t do in the past year & what I want to do in the new year.
Maybe it is because I have to endure winter on top of the realization that time will pass without waiting for me, but I enter a semi-vegetated state of laziness in early January. I really do not want to do much, not even write.
I must not be the only person who has associations of life events with a subway station, am I? It is afterall a place you meet up with people, start journeys & end them.
My association with Bathurst Station extends all the way to University. Commuting from Etobicoke (& then Mississauga) Bathurst’s blue & white decor signaled that I was finally downtown!
The small streets, the brownstone buildings, people going about their day, the noise of streetcars – the energy of city life was evident as soon as I stepped out of the entrance.
I know someone people hate downtown Toronto. They hate the noise, the traffic, the crowds of people. Not me. That’s the part I love. People live their lives on the street in a city. They meet friends, they meet lovers, they cry, they argue, they laugh, they make love. And if stand still, you get to witness a moment in a strangers life.
The second post in my Memories of Toronto’s Honest Ed’s series in honour of the last days of the bargain store’s life. You can read Memories of Honest Ed’s here.
Mirvish Village, is a collection of bars & shops in old Victorian houses along Markham Street. It is a neighbourhood that defined Toronto for me & seemed to be the perfect meeting places of artists, musicians, intellectuals & dreamers.
Now that I am looking back, I realize that Mirvish Village represented an idealized dream of the intellectual artists life that I always wanted to pursue, but was too sacred to. Instead I went the corporate route & now that I am ready to embark upon the path of a modern artists, the community of my youthful fantasies is about to be torn down.
There is irony in this somewhere. Or it is a sign. Regardless, I will feel the loss of Markham Street.