Bridge to somewhere

This is the covered pedestrian bridge in Wakefield, Quebec. I watched young men climbing through the diamonds to leap off into the cold clear water below, their bicycles left behind, but it turned out they were motivated not only by the heat.  The owner of a vintage bike with a pretty wicker basket was lying on a sunny rock downstream, already surrounded by admirers.

White on white

This picture reminds me vividly of my uncle's basement circa 1975:

He and my aunt had a plastered hallway painted white - so cool and still - that they'd lined with white bookshelves full of stories that could take you anywhere.

Skiving day

The only thing better than spontaneously skipping work on a sunny summer day?

Mini-putt.  (with new red shoes.)

You're facing the wrong way

I like to sit down as much as the next person, but I don't think I could break my gaze long enough to do it here.

Steal this look

Last week I visited a cafe full of tables with unironed vintage cloths over them (I strongly suspect mine had a sheet) and I was enchanted.  Not least because I have a good few vintage tablecloths and not a lot of enthusiasm for ironing.

Also enchanted by: wraparound screened-in porches.  But those are just a little less spontaneous to copy, dagnabbit.

Back in my day

A few weeks ago I visited a train museum with an impressive collection of old Toronto Transit Commission subway cars.  This is the model I rode on when I first moved to the city:

You know what?  I really miss it!

Long-awaited

Did you hear about the postal strike we had in Canada a few weeks ago?  A lot of stuff got held up for the duration, much of it way more important than my mail (like, bees and other live things that kind of needed delivery to stay live) but as mail started to come through again I couldn't help wondering when I was gonna get my New Yorkers already because a girl can only read vintage copies of the Bobbsey Twins for so long before getting more than a little crazy.

So this is a welcome sight:

Very, very welcome.