|Heading down to Taylor Creek|
The water was flowing quickly down the hill from Stan Wadlow park in myriad tiny rivulets, which ran under the ice and frothed up to the surface wherever it could:
|♪...up from the ground came a bubblin' crude...♫|
Nah, no such luck...
In Taylor Creek itself, the water level and the speed of the current suggested a date far later in the year—say, the end of March, at least:
|From this close-up you'd never guess the date|
|This path seems to be floating on air!|
|Why would anyone deliberately build on a slant like this?|
|Looking down from the O'Connor bridge|
We walked through the rest of the neighbourhood and out onto O'Connor, crossing the bridge back over the valley we had just been walking in and heading back home. We paused a few times to just admire the day from that vantage point, being in no real hurry to get back. Even though we live on the twentieth floor of our building where the view is spectacular, I can never get too much of a good thing and the bird's-eye view offered by the O'Connor bridge is pretty great as well. I was especially struck by the bright orange shirt of the lone jogger in this picture; I wish I had noticed him sooner and taken the picture just a second or two earlier but the splash of colour still really stands out in this shot. For a point of reference to the earlier sections of this post, that jogger is about to reach the first bridge, the one that has been very recently replaced (you can just make it out on the extreme left edge of the photo about 1/3 of the way down).
It ultimately reached a ridiculous fifteen degrees in Toronto today and it's supposed to be just as warm tomorrow. They're calling for rain all day, though, which means we'll likely spend it shopping, playing my Christmas present (Lego Lord of the Rings for Wii) and chillin' with Addie. Which, now that I'm rereading it here, seems....positively blissful. Hope your weekend is going just as well as ours.