Sore shoulders this morning. I've been wracking my brain to come up with the reason, and I just hit on it: kites, of course. After a disheartening visit to a flooring centre where we learned it will cost, oh, six grand to get hardwood in our living room, kites were the perfect remedy. We went to a waterfront park in Etobicoke to try our luck. The wind was perfect: a steady, strong breeze off the lake. Since I left all the "good" kites in NB, we had only the b-list kites to choose from. These are the kites that are just too big to transport or have something wrong with them, but they all did amazingly well. Pink Floyd
flew magnificently and astonished all onlookers from near and far, as always. The Big Giant Box Kite
, bought last May and never flown, was also a smashing success.
I also had fun with my photo assignment from CAKE. The deal: they send you a sticker, you photograph it in an interesting location. The prize: free concert tickets for the top 10 winners. My Holga was loaded with a new roll of film, so I was only too keen to get started. The first order of business was to scan and print copies of the sticker, so I wouldn't have to be so careful with it. This proved to be a good idea, because inspiration first struck at the carwash. It's a pure gimmick, but the foaming brushes there produce multi-coloured suds. A surreal pastel mountain of the stuff soon accumulated around the car, and so sticker #1 was sacrificed and photographed, next to a front tire for context.