Pictures from the annual Pride Parade down Yonge Street – my apologies for the large number but everyone is just so photogenic and engaging!
Walking with the revelers on Church Street on Sunday afternoon as the Pride Parade was winding down.
below: A slow time at the ice cream truck
below: It was the man behind that made me laugh.
below: Matching butterflies.
below: Daddy hunter
below: Another daddy sticker
below: Spock makes an appearance
“Sing me a rainbow, paint me a dream.
Show me a world that I’ve never seen.”
The first Monday after the “fall back” time change is always one of my favorite days of the year. That’s when I feel like I got an extra hour of sleep. So I woke up feeling great but of course it’s November so there were some grey clouds. Still, the phrase “I can sing a rainbow” was stuck in my head. But I don’t sing, so I did the next best thing and took a rainbow of photos as I walked today. Beat the blahs away by capturing the brightest moments.
below: And what goes best with rainbows? Why not a unicorn?! It looks like the work of #whatsvictorupto
If you know the children’s song, “I Can Sing a Rainbow”, you will know that the colours in the lyrics aren’t in the correct ROYGBV order (or IV at the end if you include indigo). It’s a cute little song so I will forgive the author.
And in case your childhood didn’t include this song, here are the words:
Red and yellow and pink and green,
Purple and orange and blue,
I can sing a rainbow,
sing a rainbow,
Sing a rainbow too.
Listen with your eyes,
Listen with you ears,
And sing everything you see.
I can sing a rainbow,
Sing a rainbow,
Sing a rainbow too.
There is a railway underpass on Dupont just before it meets Dundas West. Several years ago the north side of the underpass was decorated with some murals. Most of them are in bad shape or have been tagged or painted over.
below: Unity is one of the original murals here. It is the best preserved.
This wall has also become a place to comment on life in words and and poetry.
below: Through the fires of chaos, let there be light! ~ ” blessed be!”
“The man who misses all the fun is he who says it can’t be done.
With solemn pride he stands aloof and greets each venture with reproof.
Had he the power he’d efface the history of the human race
There’d be no motor cars or streets lit by electric stars
No telegraph nor telephone. We’d all linger in the age of stone.
The world could not be run by men who say it can’t be done”
– Druid
Been through rough times – keep your head up!The poem in the above transcription comes from ‘The Book of Virtues’ by William J. Bennett with one little change. The last line in the original is as follows: “The world would sleep if things were run By men who say “It can’t be done.”
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below: When I researched the source of the message below I discovered that it was from a poem by Rumi. He was a 13th-century Persian poet and Sufi mystic amongst other things but apparently he’s also one of the most widely read poets in North America.
The lines of the poem are translated/shared in slightly different ways including
“Somewhere beyond right and wrong, there is a garden. I will meet you there.”
and
“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.”
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below: Things aren’t what they seem? I’m not sure if you noticed it, but someone has added, very faintly, “sometimes it’s a gold pot”.
below: Someone’s commentary on the world today.
“Teens fight but don’t know what 4.
It’s really sad 2 see them _e.
Teens killed at subway stations,
young innocent girls being stalked by perverted men.
When will it all end,
what will happen 2 us.
What’s Happining 2 The World Today?”***