remembering jack

My Dad's friend Jack Hartzman died on Christmas Day and his funeral was today in London. We could not go to the funeral but we went to the lake to think about Jack and enjoy the birds and cup of coffee.

 

 

pink frosting

It is a cold day here in Toronto. 

Dad and I went down to the lake to take a look and drink a coffee. 

The light was a lovely soft pink. 

We saw this couple frolicking along the shore. 

Shortly after this glorious sunset we set off for home

where Mum had prepared a warm and delicious supper that included a bowl of soup the colour of the setting sun. 

anniversary

It has been exactly a year since my last post over here and look where I am again.

 

This time the dratted east gate was open!

We listened to some War of 1812 re-enacters play God Save the Monarch and wandered about a bit.

My Dad has lots of friends at Fort York. They treated us to a coffee.

The city treated everyone to water.

And the best willow ever provided the shade.

After Fort York we walked to the lake

and paid tribute to a more recent war.

(I forgot my camera so these are all phone pics.)

the encampment at fort york

As part of this year's Luminato Festival, this installation was created at Fort York.

chasing the pipers at fort york

dad and suzanne taking pictures at fort york

tip top tailors from fort york

You can still see the beloved sign from Fort York

but you have to be quick!

the dratted gate at fort york

The Bathurst entrance to Fort York has been locked for over a year now, much to my father's chagrin. He now has to walk all the way around the Fort from the Bathurst streetcar stop.

But wait a minute, why is this bike locked here?

Turns out that this guy has another approach.