Back to Canada…Woodbine
I really wanted to put all of the Toronto pics together. That was my original intention. But then Katrina destroyed New Orleans and I commented and then I realized I hadn’t blogged about films I thought people might like to see or books I thought people might want to read. Worse yet, I was forgetting details about these things and I wanted to make sure that I wrote before I was too far removed.
That said, Woodbine has always been a very special place in the Toronto area for me. It’s actually a shopping centre but it has this huge indoor amusement park section. Visiting there, I felt like a ghost. I could almost see little figments of me everywhere as a child playing in the maze of tubes or riding on the carousel or sailing on the little boats. It was eerie but at the same time sentimental. So I wandered around remembering and taking pictures…
There’s magic in this place.
I used to spend hours playing in this section. It seemed so much larger to me when my body was smaller.
I like this series the best:
No sleep waking up in a puddle hair pulled back. I’m baring all to you-me at my worst.
Another one…I’m not sure why I needed images of myself by this merry go round but I definitely did. The whole world was moving except me.
The airplanes.
Balloons that carry you to an inevitable ceiling.
Spinning boats.
Real boats on real indoor water.
Time goes by so fast. That’s all I can say right now. I’m choking up.