Photo Post - Pyat's Monday
Mar. 26th, 2009 10:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pyatOn Monday I took the new camera into work to give it a whirl. I took images at various points of the day from the moment I left the house until my final walk home.
6:20 AM - view from my front porch, looking east. The Haunted Police Car is parked in front of the house. Just over the school there was a fabulous crescent moon, which was unfortunately lost in this shot. I actually went back inside for the "good camera" to get a shot of it, before walking up the street to the bus.
6:45 AM - "Too much, magic bus!" I arrive downtown at the GO Station to hop on another bus to take me to Toronto. I generally take the train in the winter, when traffic is less predictable, but the bus has more comfortable seats, much more conducive to napping or noodling on a laptop. The 7:20 bus gets me to Toronto by around 8:40 AM, but that day I went in earlier. "GO" stands for "Government of Ontario." Socialized commuting!
8:15 AM Not quite my office. The St. Lawrence Market, where I take breakfast once a week. It's sunny and warm in this photo, but in the depths of winter coming into here from a cold dark street is like stepping into paradise. It's warm and smells of baking bread and frying bacon and a hundred different kinds of coffee and tea.
My greasy spoon of choice, Paddington's Pump, located in the front corner of the market.
I want to assure my readers that I don't usually get the Eggs Benedict. The book, a collection of Dominic Flandry stories by Poul Anderson, is a loan from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mwbard. It's quite good!
8:55 AM - My office. Systematizing pedagogical transfers since 1997!
1 PM - After wolfing down lunch in the office, I wander out under blue skies to go on a ramble withcommanderteddog. If I'm not mistaken, cargoweasel and axiomaxiom almost had a suite in that skinny white building.
Local film archivist and eccentric Reg Hartt has been running silent film and classic cartoon film festivals in Toronto for as long as I can remember. These posters decorate an underpass at the south end of Yonge Street.
As I've noted elsewhere, the amount of new construction happening in Toronto is incredible. I have no idea whether this reflects some kind of condo bubble, or legitimate demand for downtown housing.
The top ofcommanderteddog's head, gazing keenly into the future!
There is a curious little park just off the Gardiner Expressway Yonge Street exit. The raised exit encircles the park.
Yet another new condo.
Along the waterfront - a gyros place. It's pretty good.
Captain John's is not so good.
2 PM - Heading back to the office. The shops along Front Street.
5:10 PM - Walking to the Hamilton bus.
5:15 PM - Waiting to board the bus. The Royal York reflecting gold from the Royal Bank building.
6:35 PM - Downtown Hamilton. "NO GURLS ALOUD!"
They're doing some kind of major renovation and reconstruction of Hamilton City Hall, and almost the whole block is fenced off.
Happily, one can still access the Canadian Football Hall of Fame. Though, frankly, I've never heard of anyone actually visiting the place.
Not actually the library. This is now a family courthouse.
Usually, the bus is filled with cranky people. On Monday, however, a curious freak of bus scheduling meant that I was the only passenger, all the way home.
7:00 PM - SMOKE O'CHUM! A phantom ad on the side of a really greasy spoon, a couple of blocks from my house.
6:20 AM - view from my front porch, looking east. The Haunted Police Car is parked in front of the house. Just over the school there was a fabulous crescent moon, which was unfortunately lost in this shot. I actually went back inside for the "good camera" to get a shot of it, before walking up the street to the bus.
6:45 AM - "Too much, magic bus!" I arrive downtown at the GO Station to hop on another bus to take me to Toronto. I generally take the train in the winter, when traffic is less predictable, but the bus has more comfortable seats, much more conducive to napping or noodling on a laptop. The 7:20 bus gets me to Toronto by around 8:40 AM, but that day I went in earlier. "GO" stands for "Government of Ontario." Socialized commuting!
8:15 AM Not quite my office. The St. Lawrence Market, where I take breakfast once a week. It's sunny and warm in this photo, but in the depths of winter coming into here from a cold dark street is like stepping into paradise. It's warm and smells of baking bread and frying bacon and a hundred different kinds of coffee and tea.
My greasy spoon of choice, Paddington's Pump, located in the front corner of the market.
I want to assure my readers that I don't usually get the Eggs Benedict. The book, a collection of Dominic Flandry stories by Poul Anderson, is a loan from
mwbard. It's quite good!8:55 AM - My office. Systematizing pedagogical transfers since 1997!
1 PM - After wolfing down lunch in the office, I wander out under blue skies to go on a ramble with
commanderteddog. If I'm not mistaken, cargoweasel and axiomaxiom almost had a suite in that skinny white building.Local film archivist and eccentric Reg Hartt has been running silent film and classic cartoon film festivals in Toronto for as long as I can remember. These posters decorate an underpass at the south end of Yonge Street.
As I've noted elsewhere, the amount of new construction happening in Toronto is incredible. I have no idea whether this reflects some kind of condo bubble, or legitimate demand for downtown housing.
The top of
commanderteddog's head, gazing keenly into the future!There is a curious little park just off the Gardiner Expressway Yonge Street exit. The raised exit encircles the park.
Yet another new condo.
Along the waterfront - a gyros place. It's pretty good.
Captain John's is not so good.
2 PM - Heading back to the office. The shops along Front Street.
5:10 PM - Walking to the Hamilton bus.
5:15 PM - Waiting to board the bus. The Royal York reflecting gold from the Royal Bank building.
6:35 PM - Downtown Hamilton. "NO GURLS ALOUD!"
They're doing some kind of major renovation and reconstruction of Hamilton City Hall, and almost the whole block is fenced off.
Happily, one can still access the Canadian Football Hall of Fame. Though, frankly, I've never heard of anyone actually visiting the place.
Not actually the library. This is now a family courthouse.
Usually, the bus is filled with cranky people. On Monday, however, a curious freak of bus scheduling meant that I was the only passenger, all the way home.
7:00 PM - SMOKE O'CHUM! A phantom ad on the side of a really greasy spoon, a couple of blocks from my house.
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