I Can Almost See the End

I am 11 hours and one anatomy bell ringer away from glorious post exam amelioration.

Also, I have a lurid and highly sexual relationship with my pot of coffee right now.

Disclaimer: I hate cloud pics normally.

I've Checked Out

This fire hydrant represents how I feel right now about studying. That is to say: saddened but resolute in my enduring commitment. Also a tad fangy.

What the Hell

I was juuust starting to think I was looking forward to winter. Then, the other night, it snowed. Instead of the happy fire-crackling prelude to christmas I was hoping for I get this debacle. Toronto has been lifeless for 3 days now, I have frost bite on my forehead, and I get the nature of things in my kitchen. "Now safe from the cold, watch as the urban street mouse nibbles holes, slyly, into the food stuffs of the unwitting inhabitants".

On the brighter side, my garbage was frozen solid to my patio. Oh wait... that's not a bright side at all. Wonderful. Get back to me when Thomas Hardy is done taking a dump on my life.

Merry Fucking Christmas Toronto.

Thinking Back on it

I read a post recently on Kush and Kismet about not letting life get in the way of your passion because your passion should be your life. It makes me think back over the last two years and realize that not only did I put a moratorium on the one thing I truly enjoy but I actually took a few steps back. (I know Clint, I know.)

In realizing this I've accomplished the important part; however, now I'm left standing (lounging sassily) with my path ahead of me, reigns in hand, looking for a signpost. It's all rather exciting really :).

Reflections.

Missed Opportunity

Anything but Studying. For the love of god.

I was sipping a coffee near Queen and Ossington when the scene in front of me became strikingly salient.

The most startlingly blue dress. Her hands, cushioned in black velvet, held the bars of her bike with practiced ease -- a strong but alluring and feminine grip. Her posture was perfect as she checked for traffic, her head swiveling with unerring grace. A magazine was the only object in her basket, and the brief glimpses of its contents spoke to the calibre of her interests.

I looked down to follow my camera and when I looked up traffic had stopped. My view obscured. She turned and I lost sight.

I like the picture better this way.

I Need a Subject

One down, three to go.

What's this photo saying? Not much. I mean, I like it. It's interesting... low-rent apartment detritus. It's not saying anything though. It's an empty chair so it's obviously begging for a model, but I'm using this photo more as a metaphor for my photography in general.

What I really need is a subject. Something to focus my photography on in an overarching way like for a photodoc but also for my everyday photography. I have many pictures of good looking scenes, well composed shots that hold a viewers interest for a second glance... but if I want to start producing something above par I need to be shooting with a subject in mind.

Studying continues.

Dropping Out

During the summer we went to the woods for the day and Jacob and I climbed off on our own. Returning, we found Stina and Dana nested in. Being ridiculous.

Exams are all I should be thinking about.

Street Car Tracks -- The Quick Sand of Urban Life

I was on my way to school tonight to study some brains and brain related material and it occurred to me I was going to be late to meet my girlfriend at the lab.

"No worries!", I said to myself as I committed champion-level power to the pedals of my bike. Streaking down College street like a fucking asteroid blasting through the atmosphere I revelled in the fact that I was totally dominating Toronto with my biking prowess.

While furiously rubbing down my ego my tire caught a street car track and I was ejected matter-of-factly onto the street. I slid 100 feet if I slid a foot I tell ye!!! So, as I'm sitting there staring at the inside of my bike helmet I hear a car horn a few meters away blasting repeatedly for me to move. Apparently my awkwardly-angled, still and silent body was a major inconvenience.

Mystery driver, whoever you are, you are the reason god created sudden infant death syndrome. I want to slap your mother for paying so much attention.