Our Toronto neighborhood turtles were basking in the sun today. These four turtles are brothers and for teenagers, they are rather friendly and chatty. They told me that their names were Leonardo, Michelangelo, Raphael, and Donatello. They were raised by a Japanese rat named Sprinter and, secretly, they were crime fighting ninjas.
What I find odd is that these turtles love pizza. Shouldn’t turtles be eating insects?
Oh yeah, they kept saying “Cowabunga!” Weird, isn’t it?
While I was admiring the window displays of this small antique store in my Toronto neighborhood, Marilyn caught my eye. Marilyn who, you asked? Marilyn Monroe, who else? Never mind the horrible hairdo and the gaudy outfit and trinkets, her signature red lips was a dead giveaway. Her eyes were closed so she didn’t see me take a quick shot. Just the two of us. Marilyn and me.
Where was I? I was the shadow in the background. Not the blue one… that was a car! I was the one holding the camera.
Wouldn’t you just hate it when you woke up one morning and your brain was missing? Well, it happened to this planter. He kept asking the passersby, including me, what happened to his brain. Nobody knew. I said, “At least, there are pretty blue flowers growing on your head.” He almost had a heart attack. Good thing he didn’t have a heart, so he was all right.
Poor planter. He looked really perplexed. You would be too if that happened to you.
I love flowers. So, although I already have hundreds of pictures of daisies, I couldn’t help but stop and take a quick shot of this pretty shasta daisy. There were only a few in full bloom at the time, most were still buds. I focused on this one. As soon as I pressed the shutter button, a fly landed on the daisy.. just enough time to be in the picture and just went on its merry way.
So there you go. Now I got a photo of a shasta daisy and a fly.
And, I’m blogging about it. I should really get a fly… I mean a life.
This beautiful sculpture depicting a Toronto firefighter in the act of rescuing a child can be found on Queens Park in downtown Toronto. Beside the sculpture, stands a slab of granite showcasing a commemorative plaque inscribed on which is A Fire Fighter’s Prayer.
Gosh! I don’t know about you, but that definitely touched my heart. I want to go hug a fireman and say thank you… but they might not let a crazy old Chinese woman in the fire station.
… I don’t think it would help if I told them that I am not Chinese. Old and crazy perhaps, but not Chinese.
The squirrel prayed, “Dear Lord, I hate to bother you, but this is very important. I know You know who took a bite off my pine cone. This pine cone is very special to me, dear Lord. It was a gift to me from my beloved mama before she passed on to squirrel heaven. So please, dear Lord, let me know who the culprit was. Was it my brother Kyle or my brother John?”
The Lord replied, “I’m sorry but I cannot tell you. You and your brothers are equally precious to Me. But I can assure you, it was not your brother Kyle.”
Out of the hundreds, even thousands, of places to hung out in the neighborhood, this cat chose to hung out with this old wooden pony. Perhaps the cat thought the pony was lonely, being all alone day in day out on that fire escape so he was keeping it company. Or, perhaps the cat just liked the view from up there, beside the pony. Wouldn’t you like to know? I did. So, I asked.
At first, the cat was bewildered. He was probably even a little annoyed why this crazy old Chinese woman was talking to him. Of course, I’m not Chinese, but that’s beside the point. But I just stood there and waited. So, finally the cat said, “Me and my pony are waiting for our Uber ride. Is that a problem?”
It happened at dusk. The mysterious light beam appeared. It was like Captain Kirk just said “Beam me up, Scotty” and he went shooting up towards the Starship Enterprise. It was a slow ascent (The Enterprise was an old spacecraft after all) so I was able to take a shot. You don’t believe me, do you?
What if I told you that I just witnessed an alien abduction. Those stories are true, you know.
Ok, it was a jet plane shooting straight up in the sky? Yeah, that was it… I think.
It was on a side of an old house that was turned into multiple apartments in my neighborhood here in Toronto. I almost missed it because it was rather small and covered with dirt. The concrete sculpture was about three feet wide and two feet tall showing a cute duckling and an even cuter teddy bear. And, of course, I said “Aww, how cute!”
The sculptor must have created this for his or her kids. Or, he or she just loved ducklings and teddy bears. I would never know. The sculptor could be long gone by now. And, the children had sold the old house and moved on. But the poor little sculpture was left behind… and forgotten.
So, I took a picture and named it “The Forgotten Sculpture.”
Cherry is my third painting using Microsoft Fresh Paint. I used a little photo editing with the help of Photoscape to create the shadow effect. It took me three days to do this as it was difficult for me (as a wanna-be painter) to create the 2-D effect. It was more difficult than I thought, specially since I am just using the mouse for my brush.
I have ordered a Sensu Brush and Stylus from Amazon. It cost CDN$61.11 (cost plus delivery). That’s a lot of money for a brush. It better be worth it.