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!
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.”
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.”
This stunning sculpture of Venus of the Sea can be found not in a gallery, but in my neighborhood here in Toronto. It is just standing there in front of a neighbor’s house.
I passed by this beautiful Venus sculpture every time I walked to the park. But the other day, I saw that the owner had built a steel fence surrounding his property… I guess to prevent passersby like me from taking pictures. Nah! I think they did it to prevent people from touching their statue. I swear, I didn’t touch their statue. I only took photos. But I was tempted.