The Summer Is Not Over Yet

For me, the summer lasts as long as there is nice warm weather outside. Right now, I tend to glance at the calendar now and again, in order to make sure I don’t miss the deadline for a certain exhibition. If there are no deadlines to keep track of, then there’s no reason to even know today’s date. In a similar fashion, I have no interest in people’s age. Perhaps this is because I’ve met people in their 80s who wouldn’t climb trees only due to their physical inability to do so, and who wouldn’t toboggan down every snowy slope they encountered simply because they didn’t wish to frighten everybody around. The most important thing is to be young in your spirit, isn’t it?

Steve Martin the Author, and Objects of Beauty around High Park

Eric Fischl - "Steve Martin"

I’ve been meaning to get to Steve Martin's novel An Object of Beauty  for a long time. Now that I have finally read it, I don’t regret a single moment that I spent on it.
I say this for several reasons. The first – this is the story of an ambitious young woman without a privileged background or connections, but it bears no resemblance to the typical Cinderella story. I wouldn’t recommend this book if you just want to read about the triumph of ambitious young women. There is certainly an element of hope in the story; it just isn’t as straight-forward.

How We Saved a Frog

Sometimes, when it just rained, and you go to take a walk in High Park, you can see a multitude of frogs climbing out onto the sidewalk, for reasons I cannot fathom. They prevent the human visitors from stepping as carelessly as they normally would, and keep nearly getting under the wheels of bicycles. Some of them are tiny, while others are more imposing.

Red Colour in Toronto

I have never seen so many red walls, rooms, and doors than at this point in my life, when I am hunting for a house. At these moments, I recall the episode from Sex and the City when Mr. Big, having left his wife, painted his walls red. It was the symbol of transitioning from a beige life to something new and exciting. Please don't think that I am against red walls - maybe someday I will change my preferences for white Scandinavian style, and then I might also paint my walls that way.

Could anybody confess to having red walls - sometime in the past, or currently?

Lucian Freud - the Gurdian of the Idiosyncratic

I often think about the simplicity of certain images. What could be simpler and even more cliched than a girl with a cat? I would recommend that each art student would try to work with this subject at least once in their life.

What other typical subjects would you recommend to an art student as an exercise?

The Theory of Relativity and the Theory of Probability - no casualties

This isn't my photo - its function is to draw your attention.

If you mix two theories together, the cocktail will look something like this. A tree is going to fall on a day when there's hardly any wind. It is going to fall in front of the entrance to our apartment building, which is usually full of baby strollers, grandparents, and visitors.

The tree is going to fall on a moving van, which just happened to be parked in the wrong place and in the opposite direction. 

The End of the Week

There have been so many important, unimportant, funny, and sad things going on this week that I’m afraid there’s a bit of a mess in my head. It’s necessary to let all the thoughts and events find their proper place in my mind, and to throw away that which doesn’t belong. That’s what the weekend is for!

Coffee Shot, Anyone?

I can’t conceive of a morning without a cup of coffee. It needs to be very hot. The first sip tumbles through my entire being, letting me know that the day will turn out to be wonderful after all. The delectable coffee aroma caresses my nostrils, laughing off my doubts that things have the ability to turn out just fine.

Two

I dedicate this post to my first follower, who lives with her husband in Perugia, Umbria, Italy. Her name is Sarah Elizabeth. This young family expecting their first child!
When you visit her blog you will see what an angel she is. With this post, I would just like to wish her all the happiness in the world. I  would also like to let her and you to know that I already have photos for the next post - Three :)

Our Long Weekend on the Lakes

As soon as the long weekend begins, we start thinking of going someplace where we can be surrounded by nature. It's also the right time to seize the moment to go swimming. It's absolutely impossible to stay in Toronto during such weather.

This time, we have visited two places - Balsam lake and Killbear. (You can read about our previous visit to the latter location here.)