The other day was one of these blah days. I was soaked by the time I got home. I ditched my bag on the floor and grabbed the camera with my favourite prime lens for a quick photo shoot—I wasn’t going to get any wetter.
Monthly Archives: October, 2011
I’m very ashamed to say that, for the past…er, 8 years, the pumpkin carving duty was often performed by my Chinese in-laws.
But this year, we decided to tackle the chore.
Cut me some slack, okay? Back in the days, October 31st was just a regular day in France—no pumpkin, no sugar-high kids, no candies.
North Americans take Halloween seriously. As soon as the back-to-school displays are gone, they are replaced by gooey candies and a wide range of merchandises sporting skulls, bats, pumpkins, skeletons and the like. Be afraid, be very afraid…
My story with Canadian cinema didn’t start very well. When I first came here, Feng dragged me to see Men with Brooms. Keeping in mind I barely spoke English and didn’t know much about Canada, I automatically assumed it was a comedy about… guys doing housekeeping, a bit like Mrs. Doubtfire. Well, turned out it was a movie about curling. I didn’t even know curling was a sport.
Soon, a long horde of newly-deads, including Colonel Khadafy, marched down Saint Patrick Street, blocking the traffic and scaring passer-by. Ottawa citizens stood no chance against the zombies, lurching and groaning for brains. The police could barely contain the madness. I stood on the side, trying to document the apocalyptic invasion. I risked my life for these pictures.
During the Thanksgiving long weekend, we enjoyed amazingly hot weather and we decided to spend the day in Ogdensburg, NY State. We always pass through the town but never really stopped to appreciate it. Time to do it justice under a beautiful Indian summer sun.
Observe the picture. Sure, nothing special, just a regular road in suburbia. Cars, lights, advertising on the side… and a frog dancing and waving on the traffic island.
Yes, a frog.
Oh, don’t you have men dressed as frogs dancing in the middle of traffic in your country? Aw, that sucks, sorry about that. You must live in a boring place.
Weather-permitting, I’m still looking for beautiful fall sceneries in Ottawa—this is the perks of living…
Last Saturday began “Occupy Ottawa”, a movement modelled on the Occupy Wall Street demonstrations in New York. Lots of people showed up at Confederation Park despite the cold and the rain and it was very interesting to watch. I stayed there most of the afternoon for the General Assembly during which were voted the basics of the movement (where, why, how etc.).
Last Saturday, sunset came to me. After a drink in the Byward, I was crossing Mackenzie King Bridge to go for sushi in Chinatown when I noticed the tall buildings in the downtown core were set against light pink hues. I started shooting (the friend I was with was patient!) and a few minutes later, when I turned around, the Parliament’s dark silhouette stood out against the orange and yellow background.
Right after it was announced Steve Jobs passed away, the Apple Store at the Rideau Centre became an impromptu memorial to his legacy. It started with one post-it note, then two, three… and now the entire glass door that separate the two entrances is covered with little notes, some witty or empathic, written in different languages.
This Thanksgiving weekend was amazingly hot, with temperatures in the mid-20°C. It’s hard to believe…
Dating is so heavily codified you’d need The Da Vinci Code’s symbologist to understand all the subtleties. It starts in high school, where guys are supposed to take women to the prom—a relatively formal event for which women shop for princess dresses and guys really hope to take that dress out in the car at the end of the night. And dating apparently only ends when, as Beyoncé put it, you “put a ring on it”.
A while ago, Nigel tagged me for the popular Seven Things About Me meme. I completed it twice in the past, but the last time was in April 2008—so I figured I was due for a newer version.
The campaign signs are back. On October 6, we were called to the voting booth once again, this time for the Ontario provincial elections.
I knew who I was not voting for (yes Conservative Party, I’m looking at you) but I was undecided between NDP and Liberal until the last minute. No matter what I ultimately decided, I wish political parties would stop polling me over the phone during dinnertime.
Alright, I was never 500 pounds neither I am 100 pounds today. I’m average. I’ve never been described as “skinny” or “thin” but again, at 5’7, I’m not a tiny little thing so I’m not aiming for that. My weight hasn’t changed in the past three years and I’m about the same as when I came to Canada in 2004.
But moving to Canada played havoc with my body, especially in the first few years.
When I first came to Canada, I used to laugh at what locals considered “historic”. These stores boasting to have been in business for a mere twenty years and these “old” buildings dating back to the 1950s didn’t exactly impress me. The apartment I grew up in in France was at least a century older!
This is not to say that there aren’t interesting pieces of history in the region—Watson’s Mill is one example, and it’s actually pretty old, dating back to 1860.
I started this blog from scratch and I think I made just about every single mistake possible because I didn’t know anything about blogging. Looking back at screenshots of my first blog, I cringe. I know better now.
To close the All About Blogging series, I’d like to share these 10 blogging basics I learned.