I saw this car today while dropping off some books at the library. It reminded me of an image I have hanging in my darkroom by W. Eugene Smith called "Dream Street". So I drove home, grabbed my camera, and drove all the way back just to shoot this photo. It doesn't quite have the same feel as when I first saw it but it's the general idea. It's down a dead end street that turns into someone's driveway. The driveway is lined with trees that have their branches hanging over the road. But unfortunately my little camera can't capture the scene with the branches and the car, so I opted for a close up.
While I was in the neighborhood, I browsed through the library's historical garden. Apparently these are the same plants and flowers that could have been planted when the library was first built in 1851. Here are some bees being busy as bees.
I haven't forgotten about you, dear old blog. I just don't have much to say. But you are on my mind. As soon as something cool presents itself, you'll be the first to know.
As a side note, I did see an allergist today. I have hives up and down both arms. Turns out I have no food allergies, but slightly allergic to dogs, cats and yikes! feathers. I am very allergic to something called Timothy grass. I can't be allergic to my bird. No way. I also had to do some major blood tests and I won't know the results for a month. Scratching and swelling continues.
You know, it's April friggin 6th and there's a full on blizzard outside my window. The hell's up with that? Mother nature, get your act together! This is Toronto, not the north friggin pole.