Showing posts with label Canada. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Canada. Show all posts

Friday, 23 October 2015

Soaking up some art

I live and breathe motorcycles.

Garage, noise, dust, exhausts, parts, chrome, filters, rat bikes, shiny bikes, gasoline, paint, tools, tires, chains, oils, powder coating, engines.

In an environment like this, it's easy to forget you have other aspirations too (or that you're a girl, for that matter).

There is some art involved in this motorcycle world, I have to admit (actually, plenty of it). 

But that should be another topic altogether.





My point is, I need a break occasionally, as well as other stuff (not involving motorcycle culture) too. Which is why I'm writing nonsense posts about my cat, hamster or current weather conditions.

I love bikes, but I love apple pies too and I don't eat them every single day. So I find  my escape in photographing and walking around the city, to satisfy my hunger for diversity.






The truth is, I need whatever - as long as it's something else. Preferably, something inspiring.



With that in mind, I was wondering the other day where should I go to change the environment a bit, and it was chilly and windy that day so I didn't actually want to spend the day outside. 

Then I remembered AGO, the Art Gallery of Ontario I haven't yet visited. 
After taking into consideration other alternatives, visiting AGO soon got up on top of my list. 






The moment I walked in I was impressed by the size of it and was eager to explore every corner of the gallery.


Currently, there are some really interesting exhibitions and collections holding, like Camera Atomica and AGO Photography Prize exhibition. 

The architecture inspired me as much as exhibited art pieces, most of all the famous Italian gallery and beautiful curvy designed stairs in the middle of the building.





I was never really a museum person (hello, I'm putting the polar bear with the radio as the main photo of this post), so it surprised me how much I was yearning for it.

One one hand, I mostly wanted to see the gallery from the inside due to beautiful architecture and design, but the exhibitions dragged me into them and it's impossible not to get intrigued by various artists and their pieces on the other hand.

Those foxy ladies were pretty awesome too. I kind of missed what was that all about, but the big, spacious room filled with skins looked cool.

Anyhow, a great afternoon filled with great art. I'm strongly recommending to anyone who's near Toronto to see it for yourself.

There is an upcoming exhibition on American photography and film early next year which would be nice to see if I get the chance.

More on AGO's stuff you can find on their website.



Until then, there are a few other places I still need to discover. More on that soon, I hope. But first, some apple picking.

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Tuesday, 13 October 2015

Walkin' downtown

This was an awesome warm weekend and of course, I wanted to spend it outside.


I haven't been downtown for a while and I really wanted to take a serious walk and get out for a whole day. Since I have a guest here (her majesty, Ana Flo), we decided to use this nice weather and go somewhere I usually wouldn't go alone.


I wanted to go apple picking, but Ana didn't feel like it. So we agreed upon spending some time in High Park and some time downtown. I haven't been downtown for a while so we were curious at what's there to see.


Turned out, there's plenty to see, especially if you're bored and yearning for a little city hype.

I wanted to visit Brookfield Place to see a World Press Photo Exhibition, so we headed there first.


Some nice, some interesting but mostly sad stories told thru photographs by award winning artists and photojournalists made a strong impression on both of us. I recommend to go and see for yourselves.


We took a walk towards the lake and on our way there we stopped at Union Station - the place I've seen only from the outside until now, so we decided to walk in and take a peek at what's in there.







Outside, hungry pigeons chilled on the Union Station sign.



Soon enough we found ourselves by the lake and enjoyed the sun and warm breeze.



We entered the Power Plant gallery where we took a look at three standing exhibitions, but I was most impressed by "Black Cloud", an installation by Mexican artist Carlos Amorales. 30000 black moths cut out of paper and placed on the walls of the gallery made a splendid view.








More about him and his moths you can find here











After coming back towards Eaton Center and a huge meal, we needed a break so we had a coffee on Nathan Phillips Square. Plenty of people was there, despite being the Thanksgivings day, and they laughed, took pictures by the Toronto letters, posing for selfies, smiling, chattering and enjoying a beautiful afternoon. I do love to look at people sometimes. When they're happy.



We spend some time in High Park (as if that was a fair alternative to apple picking), but it was nice. Crowded, but nice. We barely found a parking spot after a while of driving around, just before we almost gave up. I swear, half of Toronto was there that afternoon.







We even made it to the Cherry beach.

It was a good weekend. I hope this weather will last.

I want to make an apple pie, so I still have to go apple picking...

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Friday, 24 July 2015

Panamania in Toronto

This summer, Toronto hosts Pan Am and Parapan Am Games and even though I tried, I could not ignore it anymore.

I'm not into sports (other than running) and I certainly don't follow up on world events such as this particular one.

I have seen parts of Olympics a few times, but that was either because there was nothing else on TV or I actually stopped flipping the channels if something, like woman gymnastics, caught my eye at the moment.

Or male gymnastics. Russians were cute at the time.

I do come from a country that is very proud in sports and yields lots of world greatest athletes - whether they're into skiing, swimming, handball, tennis, athletics or (I'm going to say it) soccer.

We have lots of great athletes, and I can maybe name ten of them. But Croatia has always been very sport oriented and we still have great results in every competition held.

Still, that haven't intrigued me to follow sports on TV or, god forbid, going to see games (!).  It's a huge part of Croatian history, but it doesn't exist in my world.

However, it exists now, when there are special traffic regulations introduced and there are crowded people everywhere and you can read PanAm on every sign, screen or piece of newspapers.

It's the PanAm fever that's happening all over North America. One good thing I've learned, being connected to lots of bikers, is that motorcycle riders can use HOV lanes and they will have the best summer riding ever! At least while cruising around the city of Toronto. I failed to see other advantages, except for global euphoria that makes people nice and hearty. That's always a good thing.

So I thought to give it a shot and went to see what's going on down there at Toronto Exhibition Place. Free concerts, food, beer, lots of enthusiasts and enormously expensive souvenir shop with prices blown up to the skies, because of Pachi, the little porcupine mascot is on every mug, t-shirt and key chain.


There are events all over the city connected to the Games, from different workshops, celebrations and concerts.

Every day something new is going on and everywhere you turn, you can see the famous logo of the porcupine. Personally, I liked Vucko more (hint: 1984 Olympics).

The Pan Am Games are over in couple of days (they end on Saturday) and Parapan Games begin on August 7th.

Athletes from more than 40 countries participated in different sports from archery to roller figure skating.





And all I can say is: I wish the best luck to each and every of them! I'm going for a run now, and hopefully I'll be swimming next week in beautiful Adriatic sea. After that, the only sport I'm going to participate in is eating my mamma's food and sunbathing like a lizard.
I need to train that more...

Monday, 13 April 2015

For Croatians and Canadians: two lands in a nutshell


Don't go to Canada, they said.
It's cold there, they said.

Well, they were right.
I'm freezing my ass here instead of spending some quality time on a beach, wearing only flip flops and a bathing suit.

Home Sweet Home
I come from Croatia - a small Mediterranean country where we have mild winters, long and beautiful springs and falls and hot summers. For over four years I lived on the coastline - in a small place where you go everywhere by foot and the sea is right underneath your apartment - so you can smell the salt while standing on a balcony, as well as glorious scents of rosemary, lavender and pines.

Here, I can mostly smell McDonald's and fuel (mainly because I eat a lot of MCD and I worked at the motorcycle shop.

HOWEVER (and this is a big "however"), Toronto is awesome.

First of all, it's big. Toronto itself has about the same amount of people as my home country.
And those people are great - they're good-hearted, honest and hardworking. They're kind.
Sometimes, too kind.
Here's an example: I'm at my workplace, middle of spring, I got a crowded showroom and zillion of customers waiting to be served (by me), and the phone doesn't stop ringing (for me). And every time it's like:

Guy: "Good morning, how are you today?"
ME: "I'm good today, thank you, how are you?"  (to be polite, of course)
Guy: "I'm very good, thank you for asking."

------PAUSE----- (my blood pressure is rising)

ME: "How can I help you, sir?"  Just cut to the chase! And my nerves are so thin sometimes....

But then again, how can you blame him? It's nice after all. It's how people SHOULD talk. It's my fault I'm not used to it, because I come from a country where yelling at customers is a sales strategy.

Park in winter & Lake Ontario
The second, and let me be clear on this one: the winter in Toronto is not as tough as people think.  It's just long, and that can be frustrating sometimes. It's a lot colder than back home, but it's also a lot more beautiful. Because of the low temperatures, snow doesn't melt right away and stays white and crisp, therefore there's no mess on the streets. The lake gets frozen and there's plenty of places worth photographing during the cold months. The only thing that bothered me was the dry air during that period - I can't sleep or breathe without my humidifier, few wet towels hanging from the wall and huge amount of water on my heating thing, so my bedroom looks like a circus tent.

The city offers variety of things, and there is hardly anything that you can't find. Toronto is home to so many different nations and cultures, brought up together with no prejudices.
View to the west from the CN Tower

It's different - the things we're used to are different here. That's what it makes it so interesting.

People here eat meatballs on spaghetti. They generally don't like sauerkraut, they drink orange juice only in the morning, and they eat potatoes for breakfast. They eat Peanut Butter & Jelly Ice cream and chicken bacon. They have cooking oil in spray and powder eggs. There's no spice or ingredient you can't buy - the world wide variety of foods is undeniable.

Back home, we have stray cats and dogs on the street (in more than a year that I've been here, I haven't seen a stray once on the streets of Toronto). Here, you can see ducks and geese crossing the highway with the help of the police patrol, and squirrels fighting for a doughnut leftovers in parks. If you have a back yard, consider yourself lucky if you don't have to call wildlife patrol once a year to move the raccoons out of it (you're not allowed to touch them, capture them or god forbid harm or kill them). The sea gulls are the same as ours back home. I must say, it's weird tough, to hear them when there's no sea around. They should be called lake gulls.

Ducks and gees, scared racoons in our garbage containter and a squirrel
As a biker, I was struck with the driving policies - in my home country, it's perfectly normal to ride between the cars, especially while they're stopping for the traffic lights. It's not legal, but it's common. Here, it's very forbidden and nobody does it. But then again, here you're allowed to wear "beanie" helmets, whereas back home we wear full face ones.

Burn'em
It's kind of hard to seize that privilege, knowing that beanie really has no use. Seriously, come on. How can a beanie protect you when you fall off the bike at high speed? The fact that insurance rates (both for the bike and for you) are enormously high, probably has something to do with that.  But we do love a good burn.

Things are cheap, labour is expensive. Girls, you can buy an awesome pair or pumps for $60 and then pay the same amount to someone to put the rubber soles on them, so that you can actually wear them here, in the land of eternal ice. The same amount goes for sewing repairs, hair cutting, spa treatments (not the happy end ones, those are more pricey) and alike.

Ribfest 2014
Liquor can be bought at one place, and one place only: the holy LCBO (except for beer - you can buy it in a Beer Store). It kills me though, to stop in three different stores to get stuff - one for groceries, one for alcohol and one for smokes. Back home, one grocery store - and you got everything you need for a relaxing evening. Smokers: Canada is not the place for you. The only area where you can smoke is your home (if it's yours, and not rented), your car and while walking on the street (walking, not standing).

However, Canadians have all kinds of festivals, one of which is The Ribfest - a whole parade of meat to celebrate the glorious ribs, where you can eat, drink and even smoke (at certain marked points, outside the fence).

I can often hear people complaining about "Canadian administration". If you have never been to Croatia, you have no idea what you're talking about. Back home, our secretaries have secretaries and you'll be asked by clerk to provide the very same document that you're there to get, from another institution, so that this one can issue a new one, from his institution. And it won't be enough, you're ALWAYS one paper short. Our birth certificates are valid for 6 months only, even tho we're only born once. We pay taxes on taxes on taxes, like the usual 25% of original taxes is not already high enough. Buying and selling? Have fun. Public notary will suck life out of you as well as half of your monthly salary to verify a document. Here, you can get an affidavit from a local veterinarian or the neighborhood patrol cop.

Today is going to be great
Canada is simpler, easier and gives you more opportunity to make something, whether that's work, hobby, leisure or life.

Canadians don't bother themselves with stupid and unimportant things. They don't waste time and money to fool somebody or to divert from something. They mostly mind their own business and they work for themselves and their families. Sure, it's not perfect, but it never is. There's no country in the world that doesn't do something wrong. If you're a Canadian and you think I'm wrong about that, you should visit Croatia. It's an amazing country, probably the most beautiful in the world, but economically speaking, it's a country of absurd. Don't get me wrong, not everything is bad - there's plenty of opportunity there. But you have to be tough, lucky and with nerves of steel to succeed.

We should learn from Canada. There are things Canada can learn from my country as well. They can both set good and bad examples for different things. We should strive to get to the level of awareness that Canadians have and be less concerned about neighbor's greener grass, but work on our own lawn.

But who am I to say - I'm just having fun in another man's land. Taking photographs, observing and writing posts. I'll do that for as long as I can, before I decide to escape that badass Canadian winter and move to Hawaii.

My everyday view