now I’m walking back to the car, in the middle of the field after my shoot is pretty well done. you can’t see it but there’s moonlight illuminating the very large field, and i have a cosmic moment. the view is of yonge and eglinton area, an OBD in uptown toronto. i guess i called that earlier photo “waiting for the aliens” because at this point, i wouldn’t have been surprised if a saucer appeared! at first i thought the light was the evening star, but it moved so turned out to be a plane… at least, i think it was…
When I went to Mass yesterday (I tend to go almost every day) there was a sign on the Church door saying that the pastor had passed away on Saturday. He was quite young and it was an unexpected shock. A very nice, gentle priest, I sat through the Mass feeling the emotions beginning to surface. He was not the priest who converted me to Catholicism, but he did head the parish where I converted (priests relocate every few years). So it’s pretty sad. But on the plus side, afterward it seemed like I could feel his presence a bit as I went about my day, like an angel with his personality stamp watching over me. That’s what it felt like, anyhow.
But what I really want to write about is the photographs I took a few days back. Turns out Father might have actually passed on Friday night (November 1). A friend told me that he was scheduled for a Saturday morning Mass but didn’t show. That’s when some other priests discovered him. He’d already left us by that time. So quite possibly Friday Nov. 1st was his last day on Earth.
Earlier on Nov. 1st I attended Mass at his parish and soon after went outdoors for the photo shoot. I was in super good spirits, just having been to Mass. It felt like God was with me big time during that shoot.
Now, I recall while posting my photos here, thinking it a bit strange that I was captioning one of them with a poem about dying (Joy Will Find a Way). I mean, as far as I know, I’m not ill and I wasn’t aware of anyone else being unwell either. I also called another photo “Ready to Fall.” That photo was of a red maple leaf about to fall off a branch. The red maple leaf is a strong Canadian symbol (central to our flag) and this priest was a very proud Canadian. He never failed to sing Canada’s praises on Canada day (some priests entirely overlook it).
So I’m wondering if on some intuitive, artistic level I was picking up that Father was about to leave us. (A similar mystery occurred when I wrote a rather foreboding poem about “death in the skies” a couple of years before 9/11.) Anyhow, I’m not sure, and quite possibly I was just thinking about Remembrance Day, which is coming soon. But I might also have been subconsciously sensing that these photos were taken on the last day of Father’s walk on Earth.
So I dedicate both of these photos to him. A very nice, intelligent but, above all, humble priest.
I haven’t had a chance to get out of the city for quite a while and, frankly, it can get boring. The traffic has risen sharply, probably because of the soaring number of condos. Toronto seems to be booming. That’s great, but sometimes I miss the old, quiet city, the old days. So last night I updated my Songza “Sock it to me 70s” playlist.
My 70s list is probably my strongest. I was a young kid then, super enthusiastic about music. Always listening to the radio, hearing my elder brothers and sisters records, and then as I got a bit older, my friends records. Music has always been a passion. Maybe my number one passion. I don’t know. I like a lot of things.
While updating this playlist, one of the things that struck me was how the Canadian music scene differs from the American scene. Generally speaking, I think we tend to like slightly lighter tunes. And we have a Canadian content law up here stipulating that radio stations must play a certain percentage of Canadian songs. I can’t remember exactly how much. But it’s enough to give Canadian artists a chance. Some cheesy stuff got airplay from that law. But a lot of good stuff too. I tried to ditch the cheese and list only what I felt was worthwhile.
- Songza (forums.crackberry.com)
- Songza Canada Management Team Named (allaccess.com)
- Songza Launches Songza Canada Inc., Reaches 2.4 Million Canadian Users (betakit.com)
- Songza 3.0 for iOS: The single best music-streaming app? (reviews.cnet.com)
- Check out this playlist on Songza (codeasssays.wordpress.com)
- Does it still make sense to buy music? (reviews.cnet.com)
- Songza music concierge service officially launches for Windows Phone 8 (wpcentral.com)
- You Should Let Songza DJ Your Life (besttechie.com)
It was a fantastic evening last night so I hopped in the car and took off to the beach.
This pic was taken around 10 pm. The moon isn’t quite full.
The other light is a navigational beacon near a boat launch.
Reflection is on Lake Ontario.
I’m fascinated by the contrast between old and new. I like both, although I hate to see the countryside gobbled up by munchkin homes… you know, those faceless carbon copy sub-developments that all look the same. This was taken near Port Hope Ontario. I’d just stopped by a Service Center to have a stretch and liked the old barn off in the distance.
Just discovered this video. The driver seems to be coming into the city from the country, but for me it really captures hitting the highway, headed for the country away from the city. Once I get past the heavy traffic and can relax a bit, it’s time to crank up the Ibiza and open the moonroof–in winter I can still pull back the solid hatch so the light shines through!
Sorry Tom Cochrane. Life might be a highway for you. But for me, it’s so much more!
- Wild Sight in Middle of Busy Highway (aol.com)
- Ibiza Holidays (ebookers.com)
- Snow Closes California Highways, Yields Tornado (insurancejournal.com)
- Arizona Highway Decides To Stop Being A Highway And Breaks In Half Instead (jalopnik.com)
- Cows cause traffic mess on highway (wwlp.com)
I’ve discovered a new parish that has Mass at 5:15 p.m. every weekday. One of the greatest secrets to my success is regular Mass attendance. Some may think that’s incongruous with the freewheeling, open-minded style that I portray. But actually, as one guy once said to me… “Jesus was the first hippie.”
Anyhow, here’s the view on my way to that parish. Took this last night just after sunset.
Am working on a new Chill tune called “Are you an evil mystik, mister?” It’s actually several years old. I wrote it shortly after moving to Toronto from Ottawa. Had just bought a new keyboard and was eager to get into digital recording. I knew even less back then than I do now, so just did a couple of takes using the keyboard’s auto-accompaniment mode. Those takes are okay but I’m now doing a new version entirely from scratch. It’s slow going but a lot of fun, and a great way to learn REAPER, the software I’m using.
Isn’t it a Pity (my cover, that is) is on hold, mostly because I lost interest and also because I don’t want to work my butt off and then find out that I can’t even post it on YouTube or SoundCloud due to copyright issues.
So… it’s back to my own stuff. I’ve got the audio equip. set up in the basement, which in Canada can get pretty chilly in the winter months. Electricity costs too much IMHO to justify using a space heater for hours on end, so I rigged up a temporary room divider, consisting of two shower curtains stapled together. This keeps a smaller area warm as the flow from the heating vent has less distance to travel and less colder air to mingle with.
Chill is cool but cold sucks…