I was on an assignment in Toronto during the horrific van attack, and am still thinking about the victims of this senseless violence and their families. That afternoon, looking out from my hotel window towards the lake, the police officer who arrested the perpetrator without resorting to force was also on my mind.
I always say that non-violence is not the weapon of the weak. It is the weapon of the strong.
I don’t know about you, but finding a coffee house that serves a good cup of espresso in variation (accompanied by a baked treat) is one of my joys. Here on Queen W. in Toronto
“Coffee is a lot more than just a drink; it’s something happening. Not as in hip, but like an event, a place to be, but not like a location, but like somewhere within yourself. It gives you time, but not actual hours or minutes, but a chance to be, like be yourself, and have a second cup.” Gertrude Stein, Select Writings
Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror or the painter? (Pablo Picasso)
Spotted in front of the Gardiner Museum in Toronto.
In the thick of it at Yonge & Dundas in Toronto