Autumn in High Park – Discovering Art!

After work the other day, I decided to go out for a walk and enjoy the autumn colours.  Now that B and I live within a 10 minute walk of High Park, I have no excuse.  I have every opportunity to enjoy the largest green space in Toronto.

It was a gorgeous evening and there were dozens of photographers floating around the park trying to capture the changing of the leaves, including me.

I don’t know why I don’t visit more often. The path near our apartment enters the park at the northern tip of Grenadier Pond and it’s a beautiful walk.  Paths like the one below always bring to mind Anne of Green Gables…a HUGE part of my childhood…and such landscapes make me want to sit down wherever I happen to be and start writing.

Our entry point to High Park

Saw some interesting ducks that I don’t believe I have seen before.  Cool markings, as though they got into a fight with some liquid paper.  And they all had this haughty attitude…as though they knew it would soon be time to go but “Damnit! Until then, this is OUR pond!”

 

 

There were some awesome fiery coloured trees in the park.  Unfortunately, I still haven’t learned the ins and outs of our new camera so the pictures I end up taking are never exactly what I’m seeing.

Sometimes, I think that’s the trick to photography.  Not only is it catching a moment, but it’s catching the moment as we actually see it…along with all the nuances and processing from our visual cortex that makes a sight so damn beautiful!

Often I find pictures similar to a dull photocopy of a photocopy.  They don’t carry the same impact as our actual experience.  Luckily though, done right, they can pry out a memory that is at times even stronger than the original moment and brings it all back…smells, reflections, thoughts, sensations.  Those are awesome pictures…and they’re few and far between.

Prior to my visit, someone or someones had spent A LOT of time creating an artistic rendering of fallen leaves.  I was walking across a small bridge when I saw this to my left:

Every leaf positioned perfectly and even the colouring chosen to give it a darker, deeper centre.  I spent a long time examining this creation. It was crazy how perfectly all the leaves had been placed and I wondered how long it had taken to create!

Then, I looked to my right:

 

Isn’t that absolutely fabulous!  So beautiful that I couldn’t help but take a dozen pictures! There is such movement in the stream, even though it has dried up and is choked with decaying leaves.  Whoever did this…thank you! It made my day!

I took some other shots on my way home…Grenadier Pond was quite still, offering some lovely reflections….

…and of course, a self-portrait had to be taken! 🙂

If you haven’t been to High Park…go!  It’s a getaway…a tiny piece of cottage country in the middle of a large, busy and often-times frustrating city!

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Autumn – A Time of Change

It has been awhile since my last post.  Autumn is always a crazy time for me…back to work after a summer of lazy days…the culmination of a year’s worth of planning at Hamilton’s Pagan Harvest Festival…This year has been crazier than most and unfortunately that has affected much in my life, from how frequently I blog to how frequently I find myself wanting to curl up in the quiet and just be away from everything.

For me, autumn is also traditionally my time of Change. September always seem to bring growth and evolution along with their crisp winds. October brings introspection and the beginnings of winter hibernation as I consider new options and where my path may lead me over the coming year. In the past, this has included changes in my education, my relationships, my job…my overall path in life.  It’s the time of year when my path veers into a sharp turn and I have to slow down and pay close attention.

I suppose some of this stems from the fact that school/college starts every year in September.  Growing up, every autumn brought with it new possibilities.  New teachers, new classrooms, new friends.  When I moved away from home to attend college, there was an even stronger impact.  Change wormed its way into every aspect of my life…suddenly I was on my own, responsible for my own apartment, to pay my bills, to show up to class on time…It was scary and awesome at the same time.

This year, I find myself looking further ahead than normal and considering my career, my goals, even whether it’s time for a change of location (though I admit just the idea of moving tires me out).  In the next year or so, all may change and after spending a good amount of time considering that, I’m good with it.  All bets are off.  All doors are open and I’m willing to take a look through them all before I choose which to step through.