left in ruins
There used to be a beautiful building here, but it was ravaged by a fire some years ago. The facade still intact, but the insides crumbled and charred, the building was boarded off and you could only catch a glimpse of it over the top of the scaffolding. For a while, if you paid attention...
spring in the air (and my step)
This blog unintentionally went into hibernation this past winter. I can come up with no real reason for the lack of posts, other than the part of my brain that was dedicated to the creation of new posts on this blog went a little dark for the past few months while I worked on another...
sparkling classics
The weather in the week leading up to Symphony Under The Sky had been unusually warm. No one could have predicted that the hottest day of the summer would have fallen in September. Around the city people had been flocking to have their last al fresco experience before fall arrived. I had also been trying...
the sum of all our parts
Looking down from the second balcony the audience had become a sea of heads. In the dim light of the hall I could make out a suggestion of coloured shirts – certain bright tones stood out from the rest. When the musicians stopped the scene would change to a flutter of hands – and the...
predestination
I noticed that we had reached that time of night where the apartments we were walking past were lit up like living lightboxes. It was just at that moment before the people inside had realized that the lack of light outside had made it possible to see in past the glass of their balcony doors,...
mall rat
Shopping malls can be suffocating places, full of overwhelmed and frenzied people, frustrated with the long lineups, disappointed with the lack of sizes, irritated by the ill-fit of a garment that looked fantastic on the headless mannequin in the front display. Malls are a confusing spectacle, designed to disorient and keep us wandering directionless like a...
the apartment
Sometimes I wonder what people were thinking when they designed some buildings. Long spans of corridor are broken up by the occasional door and fire hazard door mat. The walls are bare of any sort of art and there is often a worn path in the carpet on the floor. It’s amazing to think of...