Thursday, December 1, 2011

Busy Tomorrow? - New York City

Grab an old friend and run away for the day, go somewhere big and fancy.
A boat, a plane, and then finally a train will take you where you should be going.

Who cares if the sun decides to hide the Dakota was never meant to be cherry, besides jealous clouds can never truly take away Central Park's infamous beauty.

Walk around, and around...

then take the C line down...

Soho will beckon you to come in and relax.

A glass of wine here, and another one there, suddenly the cold rain doesn't bother.

Share a few rounds and watch strangers turn to friends....

Share a few more ...

Until ....

Superstar status secured, run along and leave the city.
Clean yourself up because it's time to go home, the airport never closes.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

An Officer and a Gentleman - Costa Rica

Although my time in Costa Rica was heartbreakingly short, I was quite sure of one thing - I would go up in those mountains. Regardless of where you stand in San Jose off in the distance you can see the big, seductive, green mountains that surround the city. I wasn’t interested in sharing 1 of my 2 precious days with a bunch of pasty strangers being dragged around the same old sites on a tour bus. I wanted to explore. I wanted my own little adventure with the mountains. And so I grabbed one of the guide books at the hostel, picked a town that promised the largest ox-cart in the world, and up into the mountains I went.

Hopping on a bus in San Jose isn’t quite as easy as it is here. Sure the city has a big Coca-Cola bus terminal, but my bus didn’t leave from there - it was one of the local runs that went from one of the many tiny terminals hidden down little alley ways within a twenty minute walk from the central station. A bus driver and a nice old lady tried to give me directions, but as I don’t speak Spanish and they didn’t speak English we played charades. I lost. I was lost.
Eventually I found the friendly policeman. There is no military in Costa Rica, which has helped them avoid the nasty political coups that have crippled too many Central & South American countries. What Costa Rica does have is la policia at every turn, some of them carry much larger guns than others. The officer I met was quite nice, and very chatty. He walked me around a corner and pointed out where I needed to go.
I smiled.
I thanked him.
I was off.
No? You want a hug?
Alright. Oh!
Because the hug came as an afterthought and a strange angle, I was pressed up against his gun.
Yes, a very real gun.
But I found the bus station.

And when it was time to transfer in Grecia, I found that bus station too.

Welcome to Sarchí.

The town is famous for their carpentry ....

..... but I was blown away by their dulce de leche.

And yes, mountains were seen and very much enjoyed.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Beauty. Brief. - Costa Rica

It seems a perfectly reasonable distance to travel for a day or two.
And so, rosy faced and slightly tipsy from the party I hopped on the 3am bus to the airport and ran away to Costa Rica.

 Some of us handle mornings a little better than others.

Up and down, up and down - and then there I was.

....more photos soon.
Film requires patience.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

whispers in the grass and there are slow dancing trees

Another day, another park with the Irish.

This time there was a substantial transit ride involved which took us all the way out to Scarborough so that we could run around with the ghosts of old Toronto buildings at Guildwood Park.

I'm not the only one who took pictures. 


I also wasn't the only one who was all tuckered out. 

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Of Leaves & Trees

Dear Leaves,
I'm going to miss you when you go.


Thursday, August 25, 2011