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I can't remember when this was taken. For a while I was fixated on this thing called "Festival Park"; which didn't really seem like a park at first until you realized that the steeles/dufferin area has a big nature trail running through it. This little slice of land just happens to be part of a larger chunk that continues farther on, after being interupted by a few streets. So, until we noticed that, Festival Park was kind of a joke. A poet-friend of mine, David Clink, wrote a hilarious, lengthy poem about this little 'park', but to my knowledge it has never been printed. The real irony here is that quite a while after this picture was taken, Phil and I moved into a house less than a block away. We used it as our identifying landmark- "We live near Festival Park!"

2000

This was my photo for a set of columns I did for a small local paper back home, for a brief period of time. I entered a sort of a 'contest' and I was one of about eight(?) people that they rotated through on a monthly basis, writing about 5 columns. I loved this picture so much, I wanted to get an original print of it from the paper before I ended my run. Ironically enough, they lost the photo before I finished all of my columns.

Interesting Note:

After showing Michelle this page (it only seemed fair that she see it), she immediately took to the idea. Link to be posted shortly, I guess.

February 2004

A random snapshot. Red eyes, flushed cheeks, a wane smile.

The picture above was taken at a formal cocktail party last February. It was a party I looked forward to with great relish, as I always enjoyed a little bit of sophisticated socialization.

The party had barely gotten underway when Lucas (the host himself) pulled me aside, telling me my close friend Michelle had called, saying it was an emergency. I tried to tell myself she was dramatizing some trivial event in her life, but even as I picked up the phone in his den, I knew that there was no way in hell she'd go to the trouble to pull me out of the middle of a party if it wasn't a real emergency.

It was.

Her dad had died. It was sudden, and it was a car crash. I had to keep myself from reeling, for her sake. I knew him and respected him, and it wounded me greatly. After consoling her for a while (she lived about two hours away from Toronto, so I wouldn't see her in person until the next weekend), I went back to the party and tried not to let it show. Eventually I gave up and cried into one of the couch cushions for a while. Not long before we left, they took this picture.

Every picture has a story.

First post

Okay, so everyone is probably wondering...'why ANOTHER blog?' Well, I was thinking to myself today that I needed a photo gallery that was more than just the pictures...I have so many pictures that have interesting stories behind them. Adding picture can be a pain in the ass, so why not have something pain free? I don't see why not. Let's see how it works.