I love watching Randy Ferbey lose. LOVE IT. His team, a couple of years ago, seemed unstoppable. They steamrolled everyone that dared challenged them.
They really were on a path to glory, or so everyone thought. It was quite exciting to watch this rink develop into something incredible. But then it happened.
Their success transformed them into an arrogance that made my stomach churn. It felt like there was a couple of pounds of butter in there. Their arrogance has caught up
with them, and lately, they have not done much at the national level. No Briar titles. No real titles to speak of. Yet, this weekend, when they walked onto the ice at the Canadian Grand Slam quarter Finals to face the Shawn Adams rink from Nova-Scotia, they were apparently convinced of an easy win. HA! Once the score reached 10-6, for
Nova-Scotia, their cock-sure attitude transformed into a bunch of sad little puppies. The crowd roared with pleasure as Ferbey conceded the game to Adams. HA HA HA HA.
On Sunday I spent the afternoon fixing Judy's computer with my friend Nick. Poor Judy with her broken foot up in the air. We exchanged broken foot stories. Since we both have the remarkable distinction of breaking our right foot on public transit. However, she did her stunt in London, England. But Judy has more elegance that way. If she were to break her foot, it would have to be in England. A much more dignified place to be. And from what she says, they put our medical system to shame. Can't say I'm surprised. Cuba has better health care than we do if you believe Michael Moore.
Yup, According to Michael Moore, Cuba is the Shangrila of health care. Free, perfect health care. When I first saw the documentary "Sicko", I was initially shocked by this, and a little pissed that Cuba had such great health care, but then, when you think about it a minute, I bet if I was a big world known director, showed up in CUBA with a bunch of Sick Americans (I love the double-entendre in that one) with camera crew in tow, I would get the red carpet treatment as well. I am sure my friend Pedro would have lots to say about that.
Pedro immigrated to Montreal a few years ago. I haven't seen him in a while, but I am sure he is doing fine. Another immigrant success story. I am happy he made a place for himself in Montreal. I would be curious to see what he would say about "Sicko"!
So, a while back I told you about the Commercial Photography program at Dawson College; just over a couple of weeks ago they phoned me to schedule my admissions interview. I have to hold my breath to find out if I get in or not. I should have an answer in 2 weeks!!!! OK I can't hold my breath that long. But I am trying.
Monday, December 03, 2007
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Old Montreal
Once Again I am posting a photo from Old Montreal. I have been fascinated with this building for a long time. Fortunately for me, I have a great view of it from James' Balcony. Which gave me luxury of waiting for the right light. This sunset was particularly interesting, but the timing has to be perfect, because of the buildings downtown, there is a 5 minute window with this kind of light. Pretty freaking amazing though. Too bad the day was a hazy grey, because the sky isn't as nice as it could be.
Montreal has an endless supply of these old decrepit buildings. I love them all.
Montreal has an endless supply of these old decrepit buildings. I love them all.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Falsom Creek (Vancouver, BC)
Another picture from Vancouver. This was taken in the heart of Vancouver, about 2 minutes walk from where the athletes' village is being constructed for the 2010 Winter Olympics.
Oh... I quit my job yesturday :)
HURRAY FOR ME :)
Something tells me, i'll be ok!
Oh... I quit my job yesturday :)
HURRAY FOR ME :)
Something tells me, i'll be ok!
Sunday, September 09, 2007
LunchBreak_3244
This photo comes to you from the Dairy Queen near 12th on Main Street in Vancouver. This guys looks like I feel right now.
Back to work tomorrow. I'm back in my apartment in Montreal. My bags are still 100% packed. I have not even unzipped my carry on luggage yet. Its like if I wait, it somehow prolongs the vacation. As if all the stress of my daily grind would run rush out of the luggage as soon as I open it.
I did have a wonderful time in Vancouver, I will most certainly go back. I did not do anything really noteworthy while I was there, but I did manage to do nothing. That was pretty sweet. I don't often get to do nothing. While doing nothing, I thought about my work-life balance. I thought about how stressed out I am all the time how that affects my personality and my health on a daily basis.
With each passing day in Vancouver, I was using less and and less of my Asthma medication, to the point where I have not taken any in over 24 hours. That has not happened in a long time. They say stress is one of the major triggers.
I have some decisions to make with regards to work. I do not feel I can keep this pace up. Although its been great for my career over the past (almost) three years, I think its time to put the brakes on. I don't want to look back at my life in 33 years and realize I spent most of it at the office or stressing out over data problems.
It was my birthday yesterday. A very quite affair. I prefer it that way anyway. Got some nice wishes from people who matter the most. Thirty-Three years old. WOW.
Back to work tomorrow. I'm back in my apartment in Montreal. My bags are still 100% packed. I have not even unzipped my carry on luggage yet. Its like if I wait, it somehow prolongs the vacation. As if all the stress of my daily grind would run rush out of the luggage as soon as I open it.
I did have a wonderful time in Vancouver, I will most certainly go back. I did not do anything really noteworthy while I was there, but I did manage to do nothing. That was pretty sweet. I don't often get to do nothing. While doing nothing, I thought about my work-life balance. I thought about how stressed out I am all the time how that affects my personality and my health on a daily basis.
With each passing day in Vancouver, I was using less and and less of my Asthma medication, to the point where I have not taken any in over 24 hours. That has not happened in a long time. They say stress is one of the major triggers.
I have some decisions to make with regards to work. I do not feel I can keep this pace up. Although its been great for my career over the past (almost) three years, I think its time to put the brakes on. I don't want to look back at my life in 33 years and realize I spent most of it at the office or stressing out over data problems.
It was my birthday yesterday. A very quite affair. I prefer it that way anyway. Got some nice wishes from people who matter the most. Thirty-Three years old. WOW.
Thursday, September 06, 2007
Vancouver
What a view. There is something special about Vancouver. Well, maybe not Vancouver itself.
Vancouver the city, not that exciting. Nothing really is going on here that is not going on anywhere else. It is what you can see and do AROUND vancouver that makes it so special.
I have been here since Saturday. I am enjoying every minute of it. The weather has been just fantastic. I have been soaking up the sun, walking around, taking massive amounts of photos. To the point where I don't have feet anymore, I have 2 giant blisters instead. I call the left blister Moe and the right one Curly.
I decided to give Moe and Curly a rest today. So I am taking it easy at Waves on Main Street and East Broadway St. This was my favorite coffee spot when I first came here in 2006, and I still love it. A close second though, is the newly discovered "Verra's Burger, Where you can't beat verra's meat!" This beeing the Lesbian Vegetarian Granola Munching capital of the world, Verra's also has a vegetarian menue, and it kicks ass. And with a slogan like that, I had to go in!
The amount of drug addicted passed out bums on the streets of Vancouver is STAGGERING. I can not tell you how many times I was witness to Police / Ambulance interventions to help people who look worse off than some of the stuff you see on TV. Its a little disheartning that this is going on in my country. Hardly seems fair.
Anyway... I'm about to settle into an afternoon of playing World Of Warcraft... so I will bring this to a close.
Vancouver the city, not that exciting. Nothing really is going on here that is not going on anywhere else. It is what you can see and do AROUND vancouver that makes it so special.
I have been here since Saturday. I am enjoying every minute of it. The weather has been just fantastic. I have been soaking up the sun, walking around, taking massive amounts of photos. To the point where I don't have feet anymore, I have 2 giant blisters instead. I call the left blister Moe and the right one Curly.
I decided to give Moe and Curly a rest today. So I am taking it easy at Waves on Main Street and East Broadway St. This was my favorite coffee spot when I first came here in 2006, and I still love it. A close second though, is the newly discovered "Verra's Burger, Where you can't beat verra's meat!" This beeing the Lesbian Vegetarian Granola Munching capital of the world, Verra's also has a vegetarian menue, and it kicks ass. And with a slogan like that, I had to go in!
The amount of drug addicted passed out bums on the streets of Vancouver is STAGGERING. I can not tell you how many times I was witness to Police / Ambulance interventions to help people who look worse off than some of the stuff you see on TV. Its a little disheartning that this is going on in my country. Hardly seems fair.
Anyway... I'm about to settle into an afternoon of playing World Of Warcraft... so I will bring this to a close.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Grasshoper...
For some reason this photo reminds of the famous fable by Lafontaine where the ant works all summer.
Today, I am that ant. I have not had 1 day of vacation this year, and its starting to takes its toll on my morale. I'm feeling a little coocoo-bananas these days. I really need a break.
Next week the work gods have graciously granted me 1 week off. Wow. Wow indeed. Since thats what I will be goind, WOWing.
Ok, so now you think I'm totally coocoo because Wowing isn't a word, much less a verb in the present continuous tense. Oh, but you are wrong... it is. At least for me and some of my colleagues it is. Let me explain.
WoW is short for World Of Warcarft. Or, like my little brother Martin calls it, World of WarCRACK. This is a massively multiplayer online role playing game, or MMORPG for short. And I must admit, Martin is wise beyond his years. This game is sooooo much fun. I cannot believe it took me 4 years to find out this thing even existed. I was still playing Diablo when I found out about WoW. Well, I don't play Diablo anymore.
WoW is a product of Blizzard, the makers of Diablo. They took all the best elements from Diablo and Warcraft and made World Of Warcraft. The best 19.99$ I ever paid. Seriously. I can't stop playing. Well, I can, but I must admit, the time I spend AFK (Away from keyboard) wears heavily on me. But I think thats ok, since I have spent most of the summer as the ant in the fable, during my vacation, I will become the grasshoper and /dance. Three more sleeps!
Today, I am that ant. I have not had 1 day of vacation this year, and its starting to takes its toll on my morale. I'm feeling a little coocoo-bananas these days. I really need a break.
Next week the work gods have graciously granted me 1 week off. Wow. Wow indeed. Since thats what I will be goind, WOWing.
Ok, so now you think I'm totally coocoo because Wowing isn't a word, much less a verb in the present continuous tense. Oh, but you are wrong... it is. At least for me and some of my colleagues it is. Let me explain.
WoW is short for World Of Warcarft. Or, like my little brother Martin calls it, World of WarCRACK. This is a massively multiplayer online role playing game, or MMORPG for short. And I must admit, Martin is wise beyond his years. This game is sooooo much fun. I cannot believe it took me 4 years to find out this thing even existed. I was still playing Diablo when I found out about WoW. Well, I don't play Diablo anymore.
WoW is a product of Blizzard, the makers of Diablo. They took all the best elements from Diablo and Warcraft and made World Of Warcraft. The best 19.99$ I ever paid. Seriously. I can't stop playing. Well, I can, but I must admit, the time I spend AFK (Away from keyboard) wears heavily on me. But I think thats ok, since I have spent most of the summer as the ant in the fable, during my vacation, I will become the grasshoper and /dance. Three more sleeps!
Monday, August 06, 2007
Monday Mornings 2679
Where has the summber gone? Its August 7th today. The summer is practically over. I have no idea what happened, but it seems like I barely had time to take a breath, and I can feel the September wind looming over the city.
Thankfully, it looks like I am finally able to breath at work. The have hired more worker bees, and I actualy have time for lunch now, and I get to go home at a decent hour. Imagine that!
I started having fun at work again. I mean enjoying my work day. But that should last until the end of this quarter. End of quarters are always a bit rough, but I think we have seen the worst of it.
On an even happier note, I managed to find some time to take some pictures over the weekend at Atwater Market. It was nice to be out shooting again.
Thankfully, it looks like I am finally able to breath at work. The have hired more worker bees, and I actualy have time for lunch now, and I get to go home at a decent hour. Imagine that!
I started having fun at work again. I mean enjoying my work day. But that should last until the end of this quarter. End of quarters are always a bit rough, but I think we have seen the worst of it.
On an even happier note, I managed to find some time to take some pictures over the weekend at Atwater Market. It was nice to be out shooting again.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Chili Wins 4-0
I spent the afternoon at the FIFA World Cup U-20 Quater-Finals, Chili Vs Nigera. You can get by the look on this guy's face that Chili won! What an exciting afternoon. I was one of the 46 252 people who crammed into the Olympic Stadium to watch. What a great game. 0-0 after regulation time, and then Chili scored 4 goals in overtime. Wow. I was actually hopping to see the Nigerian team win, but it was hard not to get swept into the Chilian Pride.
I was surprised at the atmosphere. I was clear to me at that point why Soccer (or football) is so popular, and why it is called the World's Game. I think we have a lot to learn in North-America. I am so happy at the chance to experience this. If the World Cup ever comes to Canada, I will have to make sure I get a ticket.
I was surprised at the atmosphere. I was clear to me at that point why Soccer (or football) is so popular, and why it is called the World's Game. I think we have a lot to learn in North-America. I am so happy at the chance to experience this. If the World Cup ever comes to Canada, I will have to make sure I get a ticket.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Montreal International Fireworks Competition: China
I had to post another picture of the Chinese fireworks I saw last night. This shot was taken towards the end of their display, and I love it so much. It was the first time I have seen this type of display in red. Usually its a pale shade of orange or white. This was truly amazing to see.
Fireworks : China
There is just something about fireworks. I think I could watch them for hours and hours. Non stop.
This evening, China was showing us what they can do over there. They did a really great job. Impressive all the way through. Music was awesome. Great colours, impressive display overall. I think we might have found our winner for this year!
This evening, China was showing us what they can do over there. They did a really great job. Impressive all the way through. Music was awesome. Great colours, impressive display overall. I think we might have found our winner for this year!
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
This is your life: click away.
I am fed up today. My boss started the day by asking for something that he wanted done yesturday and is somehow my fault. I already decided that I am not doing another minute of overtime. NOT ONE. If they think they can get any more work for free from me, they have another thing coming. I have plans tonight, and I am not cancelling them because my superiors can't communicate requirements on time.
Speaking of communication, apparently I suck at it. This came to me as a tremendous surprise since I am usually considered an above average communicator by most people who know me. I guess when people don't hear what they want to hear its easier to lash out than to actually accept what they are told.
I am making a decision. From this day forward, I am no longer going to be anybody's bitch. I am done bending over backwards to make others happy. This is who I am. If you don't like it, don't make it my problem. I am tired of making excuses for myself. No more. This is me, like it or not, I DON'T CARE.
I am not getting any younger. Maybe I am having an early mid life crisis, I do not really know, but I don't care. I am going to clean some aspects of my life, starting TODAY.
This job of mine, its got to go. I have been breaking my balls, typing away, slaving for a bunch of corporate block head shareholders for nothing. I don't care if I have to live in a cardboard box for the next 60 years of my life, it will be better than pretending to be happy in an office where politics and screwing your colleagues over is de rigueur!
NO MORE.
I had to stop myself 1 hour ago from packing my cubicle and just walking out. So fed up. SO SO fed up.
You know, I have not been to the pool since last October because of this stupid job? How the hell can I get to the pool if I am working 7 days a week averaging 10 to 12 hour days? Whats the point? I am certainly not getting a salary increase or a promotion. I should just quit right now. And I think this is the single most complaint about the job. I have no personal life. NONE. This stops NOW.
I am thinking of doing some cleaning up in my personal life. There are a few negative sources that I must evacuate from my environment. Sources that are polluting my energy field with negativity, constant criticism whithout ever providing support OR being constructive. You people know who you are. The whiners, bugging me for something or other. help with this, help me with that. You know, the "Can You" people. "Can you" people are the worst. Because every sentence they utter begins with those two words. Well, here is my answer : NO I CAN'T. And I am not going to feel bad about it this time. It is going to be about me today.
This is the begining of the rest of my life, and its only going to be good from now on. My new resolutions :
- i will not work more than 40 hours a week.
- I will spend more time with my real friends. And if you are asking yourself if you are my real friend, you are probably should answer that questions with a NO, because if you were, you would know it.
- I will spend more time at the pool, at least 3 hours a week.
- I will scheule time for photography everyday.
- I will submit my work for review
- I will find another job.
- I will no longer entertain negative people.
Speaking of communication, apparently I suck at it. This came to me as a tremendous surprise since I am usually considered an above average communicator by most people who know me. I guess when people don't hear what they want to hear its easier to lash out than to actually accept what they are told.
I am making a decision. From this day forward, I am no longer going to be anybody's bitch. I am done bending over backwards to make others happy. This is who I am. If you don't like it, don't make it my problem. I am tired of making excuses for myself. No more. This is me, like it or not, I DON'T CARE.
I am not getting any younger. Maybe I am having an early mid life crisis, I do not really know, but I don't care. I am going to clean some aspects of my life, starting TODAY.
This job of mine, its got to go. I have been breaking my balls, typing away, slaving for a bunch of corporate block head shareholders for nothing. I don't care if I have to live in a cardboard box for the next 60 years of my life, it will be better than pretending to be happy in an office where politics and screwing your colleagues over is de rigueur!
NO MORE.
I had to stop myself 1 hour ago from packing my cubicle and just walking out. So fed up. SO SO fed up.
You know, I have not been to the pool since last October because of this stupid job? How the hell can I get to the pool if I am working 7 days a week averaging 10 to 12 hour days? Whats the point? I am certainly not getting a salary increase or a promotion. I should just quit right now. And I think this is the single most complaint about the job. I have no personal life. NONE. This stops NOW.
I am thinking of doing some cleaning up in my personal life. There are a few negative sources that I must evacuate from my environment. Sources that are polluting my energy field with negativity, constant criticism whithout ever providing support OR being constructive. You people know who you are. The whiners, bugging me for something or other. help with this, help me with that. You know, the "Can You" people. "Can you" people are the worst. Because every sentence they utter begins with those two words. Well, here is my answer : NO I CAN'T. And I am not going to feel bad about it this time. It is going to be about me today.
This is the begining of the rest of my life, and its only going to be good from now on. My new resolutions :
- i will not work more than 40 hours a week.
- I will spend more time with my real friends. And if you are asking yourself if you are my real friend, you are probably should answer that questions with a NO, because if you were, you would know it.
- I will spend more time at the pool, at least 3 hours a week.
- I will scheule time for photography everyday.
- I will submit my work for review
- I will find another job.
- I will no longer entertain negative people.
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Au Revoir Marie!!!
C'est la fin de la viste de Marie aujourd'hui! Elle reprend le chemin de la France ce soir, et elle va tous nous manquer, par contre, il y a de l'espoir!
Marie revient! (Quelle surprise!) Elle va nous revenir encore à la fin de l'année, mais cette fois, elle va y rester! YOUPIE!
Nous avons tous hâte de la revoir parmis nous!!!!
BON VOYAGE Marie!
Marie revient! (Quelle surprise!) Elle va nous revenir encore à la fin de l'année, mais cette fois, elle va y rester! YOUPIE!
Nous avons tous hâte de la revoir parmis nous!!!!
BON VOYAGE Marie!
Saturday, July 07, 2007
International Fireworks Competition: Mexico
Another Saturday, another country showing their colours over the skies of Montreal. This time I scouted a location on top of Mount-Royal. Actually, there was not much scouting to do since I pretty much know that place like the back of my hand. I won't tell you where it is, I will keep that one to myself :)
I did see an improvement this time. I had a secret weapon, a remote shutter release. Its incredible the difference this makes on long exposure. I bought a simple remote on eBay for 10$ and it was money very well spent.
I did see an improvement this time. I had a secret weapon, a remote shutter release. Its incredible the difference this makes on long exposure. I bought a simple remote on eBay for 10$ and it was money very well spent.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Workhorse 0731
Thats how I feel today. Work work work. thats one thing about long weekends, they make you lazy. I'm crossing my fingers for the 649. I really would love to retire early LOL. Then I could travel the world taking pictures. How great would that be!
Sunday, July 01, 2007
Friday, June 29, 2007
Traditions Acadiennes...
I quabled today with the choice of writting this blog entry in French or English. And I wondered, what would be the Acadian way of handling this choice, that would show the openess and friendlyness typically demonstrated by Acadians towards Englsih-Canada. Then the choice was obvious.
That would be my first Acadian Tradition to discuss. We love speaking English. We really do. We bask in the fact that we understand what goes on EVERYWHERE IN this country. And that we will never fully understand why seperatists in Québec are so upset. We got a much crappier deal than they did. But in Acadian fashion, we found a way to accept English reality of Canada and melt it with our Acadian one. Its makes us Canadian. Which I am first and foremost.
That openess translated to everything we did on a daily basis. There was a rule in our house. Never ever refuse someone over for diner. Therefore there should always be enough food to go around if someone showed up, and there had to be enough for them to have seconds, if they so wanted. My friends would love to come over for spaghetti. It was a spahetti festival, with meatballs, parmsean cheese, hot spices, and mushrooms. We knew, certain mothers were dying for the recipe. They never got it.
If you were lucky enough to be at the Robichaud table, you would have witnessed a dining ceremony unlike any other. Meal time was a serious affaire. No T.V. in the dinning room. An affaire so important, it got its own room. The oldest sitting opposit of the Father at the head of the table. The mother with the two youngest, the the two other boys on the opposite side of the mother. Guest would sit next to the family member whom had invited them. Sometimes there would be vary many.
Converstation was manditory. No subject was too bold or taboo for the table, no matter how uncomfotable our poor dad felt. My mother would haved discused the pros and cons of oral sex if we had asked. We didn`t, we were scared she might actually take a banana and saran wrap out of the kitchen.
The best meal time, was when there was brocoli cheese casserole on the menu. We would litteray fight over brocoli. But not just brocoli, turnips! Liver! We would eat it really quickly to get another serving. It was just that good.
That would be my first Acadian Tradition to discuss. We love speaking English. We really do. We bask in the fact that we understand what goes on EVERYWHERE IN this country. And that we will never fully understand why seperatists in Québec are so upset. We got a much crappier deal than they did. But in Acadian fashion, we found a way to accept English reality of Canada and melt it with our Acadian one. Its makes us Canadian. Which I am first and foremost.
That openess translated to everything we did on a daily basis. There was a rule in our house. Never ever refuse someone over for diner. Therefore there should always be enough food to go around if someone showed up, and there had to be enough for them to have seconds, if they so wanted. My friends would love to come over for spaghetti. It was a spahetti festival, with meatballs, parmsean cheese, hot spices, and mushrooms. We knew, certain mothers were dying for the recipe. They never got it.
If you were lucky enough to be at the Robichaud table, you would have witnessed a dining ceremony unlike any other. Meal time was a serious affaire. No T.V. in the dinning room. An affaire so important, it got its own room. The oldest sitting opposit of the Father at the head of the table. The mother with the two youngest, the the two other boys on the opposite side of the mother. Guest would sit next to the family member whom had invited them. Sometimes there would be vary many.
Converstation was manditory. No subject was too bold or taboo for the table, no matter how uncomfotable our poor dad felt. My mother would haved discused the pros and cons of oral sex if we had asked. We didn`t, we were scared she might actually take a banana and saran wrap out of the kitchen.
The best meal time, was when there was brocoli cheese casserole on the menu. We would litteray fight over brocoli. But not just brocoli, turnips! Liver! We would eat it really quickly to get another serving. It was just that good.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Watering Children 0410
Some of you might be a little surprised when you read this posting. Others might think I have completely gone off the deep end. But, today was a grandiose day in the life of Gabriel Robichaud.
This morning, I drove to Dawson College, parked my car on de Maisonneuve street, walked into the college through the main entrance, marched straight forward about 150 meters, turned right, then walked another 50 meters or so, and inserted my application into the Registrar's mail box. There was something eerie about the whole process. First of all, it was about 7:45 am, so there was no one around. Empty halls. Echoing footsteps. Then the swoosh of the the letter sliding in the mail slot and sudden thump as it hit the bottom of the empty mail box, followed by a long sigh of relief. And my grimace turned to a wide grin. I knew I had done something good for myself, my hapiness and my future: my application to Dawson College's Commercial Photography Program for the fall term is complete and submitted to the powers at be.
Wow. I felt so happy after that. But that lasted about 10 seconds. I then realised my faith rested in the hands of academia. So, if you are christian, light a candle say a prayer in my honour. For the less christian, take out your prayer matts, put on your yamachas, or even burn insents or just plain cross your fingers, beacause I really REALLY want this.
So... There is a picture to talk about today as well. I watched these kids play in the water at Parc Jean-Drapeau for a good 10 minutes. They were having such a great time. I felt like joining in and running through the fountains myself, but that would have been weird. We had a great day with Diane, Gilles, Marie and Camille. I had not realised just how nice of a place it is. Filled with photo ops. I will be returning, for sure!!
This morning, I drove to Dawson College, parked my car on de Maisonneuve street, walked into the college through the main entrance, marched straight forward about 150 meters, turned right, then walked another 50 meters or so, and inserted my application into the Registrar's mail box. There was something eerie about the whole process. First of all, it was about 7:45 am, so there was no one around. Empty halls. Echoing footsteps. Then the swoosh of the the letter sliding in the mail slot and sudden thump as it hit the bottom of the empty mail box, followed by a long sigh of relief. And my grimace turned to a wide grin. I knew I had done something good for myself, my hapiness and my future: my application to Dawson College's Commercial Photography Program for the fall term is complete and submitted to the powers at be.
Wow. I felt so happy after that. But that lasted about 10 seconds. I then realised my faith rested in the hands of academia. So, if you are christian, light a candle say a prayer in my honour. For the less christian, take out your prayer matts, put on your yamachas, or even burn insents or just plain cross your fingers, beacause I really REALLY want this.
So... There is a picture to talk about today as well. I watched these kids play in the water at Parc Jean-Drapeau for a good 10 minutes. They were having such a great time. I felt like joining in and running through the fountains myself, but that would have been weird. We had a great day with Diane, Gilles, Marie and Camille. I had not realised just how nice of a place it is. Filled with photo ops. I will be returning, for sure!!
Monday, June 25, 2007
A day on Mount Royal 0128
Today I received the visit of my good friends Diane and Gilles from Moncton, NB. I am very to happy to spend some time with them and its a joy to see how radiant Diane is in her 2nd trimester.
We had diner at Frites Alors on St-Laurent Bld and then headed on to Mount Royal to take in a stroll and a nice view of the city. A must for any tourist, really.
At beaver lake I spotted this man sitting by himself, and thanks to my telephoto lens, manage to get this great shot without getting to close. I can't help but wonder: "What is he thinking?"
We had diner at Frites Alors on St-Laurent Bld and then headed on to Mount Royal to take in a stroll and a nice view of the city. A must for any tourist, really.
At beaver lake I spotted this man sitting by himself, and thanks to my telephoto lens, manage to get this great shot without getting to close. I can't help but wonder: "What is he thinking?"
Thursday, June 21, 2007
International Fireworks Competition
Argh.
I have been waiting for the fireworks competition with bated breath. Yes I have. Not because I find fireworks particularly interesting. They are.
Mostly, I have been filled with anticipation because of the technical challenge that it would present from the perspective of my DSLR. Well, I'm not too impressed with the results. OK OK, so its my first kick at the can, and these photos ended up being more technical than your usual night photography.
I need to get my hands on a remote shutter release. However, I did manage to take a few pictures that are worth sharing, so feel free to click on the image on check out the flickr page... I promise i will do better next week. Thank god this competition runs until the end of July!
I have been waiting for the fireworks competition with bated breath. Yes I have. Not because I find fireworks particularly interesting. They are.
Mostly, I have been filled with anticipation because of the technical challenge that it would present from the perspective of my DSLR. Well, I'm not too impressed with the results. OK OK, so its my first kick at the can, and these photos ended up being more technical than your usual night photography.
I need to get my hands on a remote shutter release. However, I did manage to take a few pictures that are worth sharing, so feel free to click on the image on check out the flickr page... I promise i will do better next week. Thank god this competition runs until the end of July!
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Montreal Construction
Yet another photo of a crane. I just can`t help myself. These monsters are just too intriguing not to photograph. Look at the coulour, the lines the lighting.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Montreal Construction
I have developped some weird fascination with construction, particularly cranes. These things are huge. I think they make for such interesting subject matter when it comes to photography. The lines are interesting and the background, usually the sky, is always a source of inspiration. This particular photo was taken in the Old Port of Montreal. I love cranes. I really really do.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Naked Bike Ride
After 11 years of living in Montreal, you get used to seeing, well, pretty much anything. But once in a while, this city manages to find another way to amuse me, like no other city can.
Yesturday, while sipping my coffee on a balcony in the every so trendy Plateau, our view was assaulted by a bunch of NAKED cyclist.. This is why you should never leave home without your camera: you never know what you will see! They went by so fast, it was hard to get a decent shot, and the lighting was only good on the back side (ha!) You don't miss much from the front, trust me.
People back home always ask me if I will ever move back to the Maritimes. Just take one look at this photo. The answer is no. I wonder what the reaction would be in Cap-Pelé if a couple hundred of us decided to ride through main street naked on our bikes.
They are planning on making this bike ride an annual thing. Next year, I will scope out a better location and plan my photo session better. hehe.
Yesturday, while sipping my coffee on a balcony in the every so trendy Plateau, our view was assaulted by a bunch of NAKED cyclist.. This is why you should never leave home without your camera: you never know what you will see! They went by so fast, it was hard to get a decent shot, and the lighting was only good on the back side (ha!) You don't miss much from the front, trust me.
People back home always ask me if I will ever move back to the Maritimes. Just take one look at this photo. The answer is no. I wonder what the reaction would be in Cap-Pelé if a couple hundred of us decided to ride through main street naked on our bikes.
They are planning on making this bike ride an annual thing. Next year, I will scope out a better location and plan my photo session better. hehe.
Friday, June 08, 2007
Fontaine - Old Montreal
It has been a while.
Good lord. Work is a little crazy, so I have not really had time to work on my photos. I have a couple thousand photos that I need to weed through and select some stuff for the blog and flickr. But this photo I took to fill the requirements of my photography class.
I am pretty happy with it. But I am always suprised by what actually catches the professor's eye. This one, is probably one of the photos he liked the most out of all the ones I have submitted. And truth be told, I almost did not submit this photo, because I did not like it that much.
But it got such a warm reception by the class and the teacher, that now, I kinda like it. LOL. I think I am going to rework it in photoshop, I have some ideas to make it even better.
Good lord. Work is a little crazy, so I have not really had time to work on my photos. I have a couple thousand photos that I need to weed through and select some stuff for the blog and flickr. But this photo I took to fill the requirements of my photography class.
I am pretty happy with it. But I am always suprised by what actually catches the professor's eye. This one, is probably one of the photos he liked the most out of all the ones I have submitted. And truth be told, I almost did not submit this photo, because I did not like it that much.
But it got such a warm reception by the class and the teacher, that now, I kinda like it. LOL. I think I am going to rework it in photoshop, I have some ideas to make it even better.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Old Port of Montreal
I took this picture of the old port a few weeks ago. I really enjoy this one. It is probably my most favorite picture so far. I just enjoy the lighting so much. The composition is nice also, and the best part is that all the colors are 100% natural. I did not manipulate this photo in photoshop at all.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Florian et Sevrine
Yet another picture. I quite like this one. I got together with Sevrine and Florian yesturday afternoon to do a photo shoot. We shot a whole bunch of portraits and I am very satisfied with many of them. I must say this is one of my favorites. It almost looks like it was shot in a studio. Its fantastic. I am very happy with this picture. You can also check out some other shots on my Flickr page, there are some nice photos of Florian and Sevrine individually as well.
Ciao amigos.
Ciao amigos.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Tulip
Spring... I remember learning in elementary school that spring was a season that started on March 21st and end on June 21st. Well, my teacher must have been snorting some really potent powder. It has been my experience that spring, is a season that lasts about 12 days. For example...
April 28th 2007 Temperature -2334 degrees celcius.
April 29th 2007 Temperature +5
Apri 30th 2007 temprature +7
May Temperatures:
2007/05/01 +10
2007/05/02 +12
2007/05/03 +13
2007/05/04 +14
2007/05/05 +15
2007/05/06 +16
2007/05/07 +22
2007/05/08 +25
2007/05/09 +28
2007/05/10 +28
see, 12 days to g from "oh my god i'm freezing my ass off" to "holy crap where did i put my Air Conditionner".
I love montreal weather. No spring, no fall. Just an unbearably cold winter and a scorchingly hot summer.
April 28th 2007 Temperature -2334 degrees celcius.
April 29th 2007 Temperature +5
Apri 30th 2007 temprature +7
May Temperatures:
2007/05/01 +10
2007/05/02 +12
2007/05/03 +13
2007/05/04 +14
2007/05/05 +15
2007/05/06 +16
2007/05/07 +22
2007/05/08 +25
2007/05/09 +28
2007/05/10 +28
see, 12 days to g from "oh my god i'm freezing my ass off" to "holy crap where did i put my Air Conditionner".
I love montreal weather. No spring, no fall. Just an unbearably cold winter and a scorchingly hot summer.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
ôde aux français: Sarah!
Que dire de la magnifique Sarah! La qualité que j'aime le plus chez Sarah, c'est qu'elle rit de bon coeur à mes blagues poches! N'importe qui rit à mes blagues et mes commentaires sarcastiques, témoigne une intelligence supérieure, je l’ai déjà dit.
Chez Sarah, on peut trouver des talents de cuisinière, un sens de la sophistication et une honnêteté incomparable. Tout ça, rassemblé dans un corps à faire frémir l'entrejambe de bien des mecs. Comme une pomme, bonne à croquer! Avis aux intéressés
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Ôde aux français: Romain
Et bien oui, encore des Français de France! (Au canada on dit toujours Français de France par opposition aux Français du Canada, ou franco-canadiens.)
AKA ROOTS, Romain c'est le dernier arrivé de notre petit groupe (mis à part Marc-I qui ne cesse de revenir et partir). D'une part c'est son charme, de l'autre son look intello-grano-alterno qui a fait germer notre engouement pour lui. Mais c'est sa personnalité, sa bonne humeur et son sens de l'humour qui continue à faire grandir sa place parmi nous.
Demain : Sarah!
De plus, le blogue est de retour. Alors demeurez à notre antenne.
AKA ROOTS, Romain c'est le dernier arrivé de notre petit groupe (mis à part Marc-I qui ne cesse de revenir et partir). D'une part c'est son charme, de l'autre son look intello-grano-alterno qui a fait germer notre engouement pour lui. Mais c'est sa personnalité, sa bonne humeur et son sens de l'humour qui continue à faire grandir sa place parmi nous.
Demain : Sarah!
De plus, le blogue est de retour. Alors demeurez à notre antenne.
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Vieux Montreal 6321
Someone asked me to take pictures of doors. At first I thought it was a bizarre request, but actually, I think there might be some interesting composition out there... We shall continue the exploration of doors in the next few weeks.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Montréal le soir
And we are back!! Someone squatted my domain when the registration ran out... oh well. Suckers, I guess they tought I would pay tons and tons of cash to get it back... hmmmm wrong. I really dont need it that desperately.
But since I last posted...
Remember how I was getting all happy about posting pictures. Well it got worse. I bought a new camera: Canon EOS Rebel XTi and this baby has 10 megapixels of creative power.
I know the image I am posting today seems small... Its all an illusion. Click on it, and make sure to check out the different file sizes in the "All Sizes" option of the photo's flickr page. Trust me, very pretty.
Also, dont forget, you can always see lots of my stuff on my flickr page.
But since I last posted...
Remember how I was getting all happy about posting pictures. Well it got worse. I bought a new camera: Canon EOS Rebel XTi and this baby has 10 megapixels of creative power.
I know the image I am posting today seems small... Its all an illusion. Click on it, and make sure to check out the different file sizes in the "All Sizes" option of the photo's flickr page. Trust me, very pretty.
Also, dont forget, you can always see lots of my stuff on my flickr page.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Ôde aux français: SEVERINE!
Severine est celle qui remporte le titre incontesté d'ambassadeure de France au Québec (et non au Canada, on le sait!)
Mère attentive de Kanata et blonde du beau Florian, Severine peut compter parmi ses MULTIPLES qualités, un sens particulier de l'accueil et un don inné pour organiser les soirées entre amis les plus réussis.
Comme une étincelle, Sevrine peut à la fois offrir une lueur de sagesse ou faire exploser une discussion politique. Son caractère fort offre un bon défi à n'importe qui veut avoir une bonne discussion et je m'en régal!
Intelligente, drôle, belle, accueillante, charmante... ou tout simplement : Severine.
Alors, aujourd'hui se termine la dédicace aux français. Mais revenez souvent, les photos vont continuer, et les histoires aussi. Et pour vous, chers amis français, c'est avec un grand plaisir que je vous compte parmi mes amis! Cela est un exploit, car le terme "ami" en est un que je n'utilise plus très libéralement.
Mère attentive de Kanata et blonde du beau Florian, Severine peut compter parmi ses MULTIPLES qualités, un sens particulier de l'accueil et un don inné pour organiser les soirées entre amis les plus réussis.
Comme une étincelle, Sevrine peut à la fois offrir une lueur de sagesse ou faire exploser une discussion politique. Son caractère fort offre un bon défi à n'importe qui veut avoir une bonne discussion et je m'en régal!
Intelligente, drôle, belle, accueillante, charmante... ou tout simplement : Severine.
Alors, aujourd'hui se termine la dédicace aux français. Mais revenez souvent, les photos vont continuer, et les histoires aussi. Et pour vous, chers amis français, c'est avec un grand plaisir que je vous compte parmi mes amis! Cela est un exploit, car le terme "ami" en est un que je n'utilise plus très libéralement.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Ôde aux français: FLORIAN!
Florian, c'est le mâle de la gang. Ça, c'est certain. PERSONNE, mais personne, ne pourra jamais rivaliser Florian, ni au tarot, ni au hockey, ni du point de vue de la personnalité et de l'intelligence.
Quand Florian est dans le coin, on est 100% assuré de bien s'amuser, il a toujours le sourire, même quand il pense qu'il est entrain de mourir d'un infarctus. J'ai rarement vue quelqu'un, non, correction, je n'ai jamais rencontré quelqu'un d'aussi sympathique de toute ma vie. Florian met vraiment à défi le stéréotype du "Maudit français". Oui, on est tous d'accord, Sev, tu es la plus chanceuse de la gang!
La qualité que j'apprécie le plus chez Florian, et elle est très rare, c'est que j'ai jamais l'impression d'être le fif à ses yeux. Il est très rare de pouvoir passer du temps avec des gars straights et de ne pas sentir qu'il y a quelconque sentiment d'appréhension ou d'inégalité. Jamais, avec Florian! Quoique, juste à être assis à côté de lui on se sent déjà plus macho, alors peut-être que c'est un effet d'osmose, qui sait!
Demain, la finale : SEVERINE :)
Quand Florian est dans le coin, on est 100% assuré de bien s'amuser, il a toujours le sourire, même quand il pense qu'il est entrain de mourir d'un infarctus. J'ai rarement vue quelqu'un, non, correction, je n'ai jamais rencontré quelqu'un d'aussi sympathique de toute ma vie. Florian met vraiment à défi le stéréotype du "Maudit français". Oui, on est tous d'accord, Sev, tu es la plus chanceuse de la gang!
La qualité que j'apprécie le plus chez Florian, et elle est très rare, c'est que j'ai jamais l'impression d'être le fif à ses yeux. Il est très rare de pouvoir passer du temps avec des gars straights et de ne pas sentir qu'il y a quelconque sentiment d'appréhension ou d'inégalité. Jamais, avec Florian! Quoique, juste à être assis à côté de lui on se sent déjà plus macho, alors peut-être que c'est un effet d'osmose, qui sait!
Demain, la finale : SEVERINE :)
Monday, January 29, 2007
Ôde aux français: Camille!
Faire appeler son roi de coeur par Camille au Tarot ne peux être signe que d'une chose: c'est la fin! ;)
Ok ok, j'exagère un peu, mais bon, on ne peut pas tous êtres comme Florian et Markis! Par contre si Camille n'est pas la meilleure au Tarot (et ça reste à voir) elle est la gagnante pour les "cakes" français. Sans doute la meilleure, capable de tirer la vedette de n'importe quel gâteau aux bananes et bières, hors de tout doute!
Et je peux blaguer un peu, parce que Camille à un sens d'humour extraordinaire! Oui, elle rit à mes blagues, c'est claire qu'elle est d'intelligence supérieures et de goûts rafinés!
Tout le monde aime Camille, on ne peut pas faire autrement, car comme je lui ai déjà dit, et ça vaut la peine de le répéter, elle n'est pas juste belle, elle est intelligente, fine et adorable!
Demain, Sev ou Flo?
Ok ok, j'exagère un peu, mais bon, on ne peut pas tous êtres comme Florian et Markis! Par contre si Camille n'est pas la meilleure au Tarot (et ça reste à voir) elle est la gagnante pour les "cakes" français. Sans doute la meilleure, capable de tirer la vedette de n'importe quel gâteau aux bananes et bières, hors de tout doute!
Et je peux blaguer un peu, parce que Camille à un sens d'humour extraordinaire! Oui, elle rit à mes blagues, c'est claire qu'elle est d'intelligence supérieures et de goûts rafinés!
Tout le monde aime Camille, on ne peut pas faire autrement, car comme je lui ai déjà dit, et ça vaut la peine de le répéter, elle n'est pas juste belle, elle est intelligente, fine et adorable!
Demain, Sev ou Flo?
Friday, January 26, 2007
Ôde aux français: Kanata
Je vous présente la petite kanata! Partie intégrale du groupe! Elle n'est cependant pas née en France, mais plutôt au canada. Sa citoyenneté francaise découle du faît que ses parents adoptifs sont tous deux de france. Heureusement, tonton Gabriel demeure son lien avec ses origines. Coyez moi, Gabriel va tout faire pour que Kanata se souvienne de ses racines!
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Ôde aux français: Markis
Aujourd'hui, c'est au tour du beau Markis. (Je m'excuse d'avance, je devine que je fais des conneries avec ton nom, mais tu en parleras à Severine, elle pourra te dire comment faire pour t'en remettre).Et oui, je l'ai dit, je l'admet, le Beau Markis. Si Marie m'intoxique par son sourire et sa personalité, Markis vient me chercher par sa voix grave, son rire profond, etc! (Surtout, le etc)
Le seul de notre groupe étant capable de vraiment faire peur à Florian au Tarot, gare à celui qui appel le roi de Markis avec des cartes de merde!
Lui aussi ce n'est que de passage qu'on le connait, mais, je suis toujours très content de le savoir parmi nous! J'oserais même avouer que je l'aime bien, mais je pense que son coeur macho ne serait quoi faire d'un tel aveu, alors je ne vais pas le dire.
Revenez demain, la prochaine victime... une surprise!
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Ôde aux français: MARIE
Il y a un peu plus d'un an, ma vie à été bouleversé par la venue de nouveaux immigrants au Canada. Tous issue de la France, jamais j'aurais imaginé que je puisse trouver autant de bons amis, d'un seul trait.
Alors aujourd'hui, je commence une série d'articles pour rendre honneur à ces bonnes gens de la France, ou comme on les appelle si souvent ici : Les Français!
La première victime, comme vous pouvez voir ici, c'est Marie. Marie est celle que l'on voit probablement le moins souvent de toute la bande, puisqu'elle réside toujours en France. D'ailleurs, chaque fois qu'elle retourne en France, je suis toujours très surpris, puisqu'elle est tellement intégré au groupe que c'est comme si elle était toujours avec nous.
Marie, c'est une flamme qui danse sans arrêt, qui à constamment le sourire aux lèvres et, je ne sais pourquoi, réussie toujours à me faire sourire. Marie, aussi connue sous le nom de Serge, à le don de semer de l'énergie et le bonheur à grand sourire (et à coup de téquila!)
Sans Marie, on aurait jamais sue comment commander convenablement un combo au Subway ou faire des voyages organisés avec des chinois.
Elle accentue notre petit groupe, et je crois que nous l'apprécions tous. Il y aura toujours une petite place à Montréal pour notre Serge.
Revenez demain, c'est au tour de : Marc-I!
Alors aujourd'hui, je commence une série d'articles pour rendre honneur à ces bonnes gens de la France, ou comme on les appelle si souvent ici : Les Français!
La première victime, comme vous pouvez voir ici, c'est Marie. Marie est celle que l'on voit probablement le moins souvent de toute la bande, puisqu'elle réside toujours en France. D'ailleurs, chaque fois qu'elle retourne en France, je suis toujours très surpris, puisqu'elle est tellement intégré au groupe que c'est comme si elle était toujours avec nous.
Marie, c'est une flamme qui danse sans arrêt, qui à constamment le sourire aux lèvres et, je ne sais pourquoi, réussie toujours à me faire sourire. Marie, aussi connue sous le nom de Serge, à le don de semer de l'énergie et le bonheur à grand sourire (et à coup de téquila!)
Sans Marie, on aurait jamais sue comment commander convenablement un combo au Subway ou faire des voyages organisés avec des chinois.
Elle accentue notre petit groupe, et je crois que nous l'apprécions tous. Il y aura toujours une petite place à Montréal pour notre Serge.
Revenez demain, c'est au tour de : Marc-I!
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
James
Who knew one could find such cutie pies at Tim Hortons? Actually, our first official "Date" 4 years ago, was at the Tim Hortons on Mount Royal.
So long ago, yet it feels like yesturday.
So long ago, yet it feels like yesturday.
Friday, January 19, 2007
My Car
Not the best photo, but you asked for it, you got it!
Many of you have requested that I post a picture of my car, its about time, considering that I bought it in November. So, here it is. I present you my "Cocotte".
She is a lovely Mazda Protégé 2002 LX 2.0 with currently 83 500km. I have managed to put 6000km since November. Not too shabby. My mother would be proud.
I know I had sworn I would never own a vehicle, but living downtown and working in Kirkland for the past 2 years has made it necessary. I used to waste 3 hours a day to get to work on public transit. But with the car, I can do it all in less than 1/2 that time.
So now, I can sleep until 7:`15 in the morning, instead of waking up at 6:30. BIG BIG difference. And I will not talk about the freedom that owning a car has brought. OH MY GOD
But I have not completely abandoned my environmental side. I have started carpooling. Something that nobody at work ever considered.
I am also now partaking in activities that make my hair stand on end : oil changes, tire changes, visits to the garage, and oh good lord, I need to put windshield washer fluid in the car this week, and I have no idea where it goes. I`m so gay, its scary.
Many of you have requested that I post a picture of my car, its about time, considering that I bought it in November. So, here it is. I present you my "Cocotte".
She is a lovely Mazda Protégé 2002 LX 2.0 with currently 83 500km. I have managed to put 6000km since November. Not too shabby. My mother would be proud.
I know I had sworn I would never own a vehicle, but living downtown and working in Kirkland for the past 2 years has made it necessary. I used to waste 3 hours a day to get to work on public transit. But with the car, I can do it all in less than 1/2 that time.
So now, I can sleep until 7:`15 in the morning, instead of waking up at 6:30. BIG BIG difference. And I will not talk about the freedom that owning a car has brought. OH MY GOD
But I have not completely abandoned my environmental side. I have started carpooling. Something that nobody at work ever considered.
I am also now partaking in activities that make my hair stand on end : oil changes, tire changes, visits to the garage, and oh good lord, I need to put windshield washer fluid in the car this week, and I have no idea where it goes. I`m so gay, its scary.
Thursday, January 18, 2007
Poinsettia
You know Christmas is really over when the office is giving away free poinsettias. Elisabeth was taking a few home, and I high jacked one of them before she left to take snap a few shots.
the past few days. Actually, I'm not even Sorry I posted so late, but I have been busy beyond beliefwriting this blog from my computer, I'm actually at James's place watching a movie with him and eddy. We are watching Bring It On . If you have not seen this movie, i strongly suggest it. I have seen it about 50 times and i know almost all the dialogue by heart. It rules. its almost as good as Legally Blonde.
So yeah, curling is in full swing, my teams won 3 in a row, so tomorrow night I'm hopping we can pull the 4th one in a row. Go Team Robichaud! I'm playing in two leagues this year, Montreal West Curling Club and at the Royal Montreal Curling Club.
Another exciting thing is that I am finally starting my MBA, in 11 days. Woo hooooo! The school sent me some prep material, so I already have tons of reading to do. Oh and did I mention that it's crunch time at work.
All of this is pretty awesome. I feel alive.
the past few days. Actually, I'm not even Sorry I posted so late, but I have been busy beyond beliefwriting this blog from my computer, I'm actually at James's place watching a movie with him and eddy. We are watching Bring It On . If you have not seen this movie, i strongly suggest it. I have seen it about 50 times and i know almost all the dialogue by heart. It rules. its almost as good as Legally Blonde.
So yeah, curling is in full swing, my teams won 3 in a row, so tomorrow night I'm hopping we can pull the 4th one in a row. Go Team Robichaud! I'm playing in two leagues this year, Montreal West Curling Club and at the Royal Montreal Curling Club.
Another exciting thing is that I am finally starting my MBA, in 11 days. Woo hooooo! The school sent me some prep material, so I already have tons of reading to do. Oh and did I mention that it's crunch time at work.
All of this is pretty awesome. I feel alive.
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Dangerous Duo
I love this photo. The angle makes these two objects look so dangerous and scary. Probably one of my favorite pictures just because of how odd the subjects of the photo are.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Weird Lamppost downtown
Not too far from my curling club there is a bunch of lamp posts that are multicolored year round. I tried to capture them but it was cold, and my hand was shaking too much to really get a good effect. The really problem is that I can't really control the shutter speed as much as I wish I could, but you get the general idea.
I really need an SLR.
I really need an SLR.
Monday, January 15, 2007
Candles
Saturday we had a diner party with "Les Français" to celebrate christmas now that we are all back together. It was a lot of fun, and I couldn`t believe how thoughtfull the gifts were. I was really touched!
I had to leave early though because I developped some weird stomache flue / headache from hell.
Apart from that, a good time was had by all!!
I had to leave early though because I developped some weird stomache flue / headache from hell.
Apart from that, a good time was had by all!!
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Café Art Java
First there was the one on The Plateau. Now there is a great coffee shop downtown as well. I think this is my new favorite hang out!
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Atwater Market
Had lunch today with James and his sisters, we then took a stroll around Atwater Market. We get an interesting perspective of the city at the Market. Defenately will be exploring this area more when the weather heats up. It was too cold to be out walking around today, so didn't really do much of it.
Friday, January 12, 2007
Graffiti sur la rue St-Dominique.
I took this picture a long time ago... well... a few months ago. If any of you out there in the blogosphere know the name of this guy, please, let me know!
I love this guy. too bad they don't show him anymore.
UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE - 2007-01-14
Thanks to my friend Rémi, I now know what the heck this is called. It comes from a cartoon called "La linea" and the little guy's name is Mister Linea or Balou.
Mystery solved!
I love this guy. too bad they don't show him anymore.
UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE - 2007-01-14
Thanks to my friend Rémi, I now know what the heck this is called. It comes from a cartoon called "La linea" and the little guy's name is Mister Linea or Balou.
Mystery solved!
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Dominoes
I love dominoes. I really do. I love the colors, I love the sound they make when you shuffle them around and I love all the things you can do with dominoes. But most of all, I love the memories they bring back.
When I was a little boy, back on the farm, my brothers and I would spend entire weekends playing with dominoes. We would line them up all over the farm house. We would start in the living room, criss-cross the room around the furniture, near the TV, up the coffee table and down again, all the way through the hall and into the large kitchen where we had lots of room to make domino pyramids, domino steps, towers, dominoes that would rest next to a ball, dominoes lined up in shapes of triangles, flowers, houses, people to finally go into the dinning room, climb up a chair then unto the big 8 place dinning table where we would line up as many dominoes as we could.
Hours were spent in quasi silence just lining up all these little pieces with the discipline of Buddhist monks. Once in a while, we would look up from our labor to make sure our end of the line was in sync with what the brothers were doing.
Oh there were problems. The slightest vibration could set the whole thing in motion, which would in turn cause a screaming match and sometimes abandon. But for the most part we would just line them up again. No matter how many times they fell.
Once we ran out of dominoes, or whenever my mother got tired of seeing all these little rectangular shapes all over her house, the time would come to reap the fruits of our labour.
Like architects unveiling their greatest works, we would announce to the whole house that it was time to topple the dominoes. The entire family would gather to watch as one of us would flick the first piece and then we would all follow the trail as the pieces toppled one after the other. First in the living-room, all around the furniture, around the TV, through the hall into the large kitchen. The Robichaud's would follow the zipping sound of falling plastic into the dinning room to watch as the final piece came to rest.
It was always anticlimactic, but it was fun nonetheless. All we had left to do was start all over again.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Eddi
Last night I met James' friend Eddi over a game of dominoes and the first hour of the "People's Choice Awards".
The dominoes were fun, Eddi was great, but the Peoples Choice Awards were crap. It was basically just a big hunk of Trash with glitter sprinkled on top of it.
And whats up with Queen Latifah. She is expanding exponentially. But she is all that, and a bag of chips.
The dominoes were fun, Eddi was great, but the Peoples Choice Awards were crap. It was basically just a big hunk of Trash with glitter sprinkled on top of it.
And whats up with Queen Latifah. She is expanding exponentially. But she is all that, and a bag of chips.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Jodi and Café au lait
Sunday I had coffee with my good friends Jodi and Jean. Both of whom are on my curling team. We had a little meeting to iron out some kinks in our game, very productive meeting at that.
As we were waiting for Jean to find his way to the coffee shop, I took a few shots and I really like this one of Jodi through the handle of my cup of Café au lait, or as they say in the USA, my Latte.
You know that bugs me. Latte! What the heck is that. Latte. ITS CAFÉ AU LAIT. Yet another reason why I hate $tarbuck$. I blame them for the whole Latte thing.
It's even more infuriating that I had to order a "Latte" at the Presse Café, which if i am not mistaking is a Québecois company. Well, I ordered a Café au Lait, and that's what I got.
Vive la résistance!
OK, so maybe I am over reacting a teeny tiny bit. Check out the definition of Café au lait on Wikipedia. Its all very murky.
As we were waiting for Jean to find his way to the coffee shop, I took a few shots and I really like this one of Jodi through the handle of my cup of Café au lait, or as they say in the USA, my Latte.
You know that bugs me. Latte! What the heck is that. Latte. ITS CAFÉ AU LAIT. Yet another reason why I hate $tarbuck$. I blame them for the whole Latte thing.
It's even more infuriating that I had to order a "Latte" at the Presse Café, which if i am not mistaking is a Québecois company. Well, I ordered a Café au Lait, and that's what I got.
Vive la résistance!
OK, so maybe I am over reacting a teeny tiny bit. Check out the definition of Café au lait on Wikipedia. Its all very murky.
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