I dropped my digital camera a couple of months ago and the repairman said it could not be fixed. Bummer! I wanted to wait until Boxing Day to get a good deal but I really missed taking photos when I go walking around my neighborhood. So on my way home the other day, I dropped in at Best Buy and got myself a tiny Sony Cybershot DSC-W800 for a little over a hundred dollars, really cheap.
Yesterday, I went out taking pictures and this flower shot I created into a gif.
Looking out the window
and what do I see?
A beautiful snowy winter day
But isn’t it supposed to be spring?
When flowers bloom
and robins sing?
When we put on rubber boots
and play in the pouring rain?
Mother Nature, what’s happening?
Don’t wanna be disrespecful
’cause ’tis a beautiful day after all
But calendar shows it is April
It is supposed to be spring.
Well, isn’t it?
It never really left. It was just hiding around the corner and, as soon as we put away our winter clothes, it came back with an evil grin. Toronto had ice pellets that turned into freezing rain overnight and everything was covered with ice today. It was really pretty to look at. Definitely not for walking or driving though. But hey, this is Canada. We live in igloos.
Here are some pictures I took today on my way to the bakery:
This is Colin. Colin is a spray paint artist, who has been working to eradicate graffiti in my neighborhood here in Toronto. Colin was creating this mural on a detached double car garage last summer. … that’s why he was shirtless, it was summer. Just so you know.
This American robin was extra cheerful this morning. And why not? Spring is almost here. Can you see the robin perched up on the tree? No? Ok, here’s another picture to assure you that the robin was up on the tree. Do you see it now? Good.
Now, back to the first picture. There is something else on the tree aside from the robin.
Did you know that in the United States, ferrets are the third most popular house pets, next to dogs and cats? Well, I didn’t know that, did you?
Here in Canada, we don’t have such a study and since most ferrets are kept indoors, I really have no idea. I had seen a couple of ferrets playing in the park and, that ferret that the owner was proudly walking on a leash in downtown Toronto recently. But that’s it.
Ferrets, I just learned, are very playful animals. They are hyper… I mean, they are full of spirit. They explode out of their cages at play time, leaping and twisting and scampering, with an obvious joy that to the people observing them find totally enchanting. They open their mouth and hiss (like in the picture) when they are being playful and when bouncing around and so, some people might think they are being attacked. But this is not so. Ferrets are friendly little animals, very affectionate to their owners and, they are wonderful pets.
So, who wants a ferret for a pet?
Oh I just want to add that ferrets are not rodents. They are members of the weasel family. I don’t know if that is good or bad… to the ferrets.
Please note that the ferret in the picture was not at any time being hurt. The “Help!” word on the picture is a joke, ok? I have a weird sense of humor.
Damian is a dancer practicing balance control on a not-so-tight rope in our local park here in Toronto. He lives in our neighborhood.
According to Damian, good balance and a strong core go hand in hand, and a strong core usually means better posture, less back pain and improved performance.
It was springtime weather here in Toronto so, I watched him practice for a while hoping that he would remove his jacket at some point. Why? So I could show you his six-pack, that’s why. Well, he didn’t. But isn’t he a cutie?
One day while I was taking pictures of flowers in my neighborhood, I saw a beautiful lady standing naked in the garden. She looked quite embarrassed and was trying to cover herself up with a flimsy little towel, but to no avail. I apologized profusely for being in her garden and was about to leave when she asked for my name. I told her mine and asked for hers. She said her name was Venus. She was a Roman goddess. Her husband’s name was Mars, the god of war, and they had a little boy named Cupid.
On my way home, I thought Venus was a little cuckoo. A Roman goddess, my foot! Next she would be telling me that her son Cupid can fly and somewhat expert in bow and arrow. Yeah right!