Okay. I will be traveling during my year of traveling without traveling. Mum + Dad are doing a three week road trip and I will be joining them for one week in Newfoundland in June.

Perhaps I have achieved my goal without achieving my goal. Looking back, the bestest things from 2016 are all here and now.

3. Buying zester
2. Looking forward to teeth cleaning while Planet Earth watching
1. Realizing that I enjoy weight training

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10% complete


My year of traveling without traveling: 10% complete. I tried watching LeRoy’s Waterloo Bridge but couldn’t stand the melodrama. I did enjoy Rossen’s Alexander the Great. Mum & Dad are visiting Greece this September.

I’m happy to be in Toronto.

A stop light was installed at Yonge & The Esplanade. In general, I dislike stop lights since they suggest that I need to stop. But this one suggests that I stop and gaze at the CN tower. The next part of my daily walk to work is through the Calatrava Galleria which always always sends my thoughts soaring.

On weekends, we walk through smaller streets with smaller structures but there is always something engaging if we choose to be engaged.

la la la (COUNT=1322)

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Well it’s half way through November

Time to start thinking about new year’s resolutions and I’m thinking 2017 can be the year to travel without traveling. For example, I can finally upload all my pictures of La Paz while humming La La La.

Of course, I will continue to travel to St Louis for work and we will continue to visit his family in Collingwood. But other than that, I can simply sit on my couch and read about an artist who wanders the streets of Oslo. Or watch movies of different places from different times.

My dad gave us a subset of his DVD collection and we started with Los Angeles: Altman’s Short Cuts. Because Carver’s writing is somewhat minimalist, I never imagined his characters to live in LA but somehow the setting really works. Instead of trying to describe the movie (the little stubbornness, the big cruelty and so on), I think a section of wikipedia captures the feel.

The following excerpt from Scott Driscoll’s review of Maryann Burk Carver’s 2006 memoir describes the decline of Maryann and Raymond’s marriage.

The fall began with Ray’s trip to Missoula, Mont., in ’72 to fish with friend and literary helpmate Bill Kittredge. That summer Ray fell in love with Diane Cecily, an editor at the University of Montana, whom he met at Kittredge’s birthday party. “That’s when the serious drinking began. It broke my heart and hurt the children. It changed everything.”

“By fall of ’74”, writes Carver, “he was more dead than alive. I had to drop out of the Ph.D. program so I could get him cleaned up and drive him to his classes”. Over the next several years, Maryann’s husband physically abused her. Friends urged her to leave Raymond.

“But I couldn’t. I really wanted to hang in there for the long haul. I thought I could outlast the drinking. I’d do anything it took. I loved Ray, first, last and always.”

Carver describes, without a trace of rancor, what finally put her over the edge. In the fall of ’78, with a new teaching position at the University of Texas at El Paso, Ray started seeing Tess Gallagher, a writer from Port Angeles, who would become his muse and wife near the end of his life. “It was like a contretemps. He tried to call me to talk about where we were. I missed the calls. He knew he was about to invite Tess to Thanksgiving.” So he wrote a letter instead.

“I thought, I’ve gone through all those years fighting to keep it all balanced. Here it was, coming at me again, the same thing. I had to get on with my own life. But I never fell out of love with him.”

Next Part of the Traveling without Traveling Itinerary
London: LeRoy’s Waterloo Bridge
Paris: Truffaut’s Last Metro

the spaces (between places) (COUNT=1302)

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They say this will be a bad winter

I’m looking forward to seeing ice on the lake

The past weekend, we did a shorter walk. Passing Big Teeth, instead of turning North, we went East along Taylor Creek Park and visited my parents. Before taking the stairs down to Todmorden Mills, there is the Richard Johnson Gallery: “the Ice Fishing Hut has its own essential purpose. It must be weather resistant and transportable, giving basic shelter and access to the ground beneath it. For this ongoing project (2007 – today) Richard is traveling across Canada comparing the similarities, and differences, of Ice Fishing architecture”

I forgot to bring my camera so, instead of describing the walk to Main Street, I will illustrate some of the spaces in St Lawrence


Toronto Sculpture Garden is a space between King and Oak Hall Lane. In this picture, there is no sculpture, only the base of something that used to be here.


This is a branch of the Public Library. You enter from a courtyard between Frederick and Lower Sherbourne.


This is a window on a lane between Frederick and Jenoves Place. A window where birds come to die.

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White squirrel we visited as part of our long tradition of long walks. Or should I say hike since the side walk eventually disappears from one side of the road if one keeps going along Yonge Street? Other things I noticed include sculptures, mosaic and construction sites cleverly disguised as green space.




We eventually ended up at North York Center and saw Age of Shadows. The story is typical but the styling is explosive.

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One thing you remember on vacation is that it’s very romantic is to take long walks so we decided to do a three hour walk this weekend.

1. We began by walking east to where Queen meets King and grabbed coffee to go from Odin. Walking through Europaviertel in Frankfurt reminded me of this area.


2. Part of the path along the Don River is under construction (and he does not believe in walking through construction sites) so we took a detour along Broadview and admired the brickwork on some buildings.


3. One thing I love about Toronto is that you can be on a busy street with glassy condo buildings and then, down a flight of stairs, tree branches in every direction.


4. At Big Teeth, we took the path north (instead of east to my parents) and enjoyed the canoe sculptures.

5. Further north, we crossed mountain biking paths and frisbee golf thingy’s (see top picture).

6. At one point, as we walked along a winding road towards Sunnybrook Hospital, he said: this is just like Germany.

Maybe castles are just a state of mind!