writing

She

It was cold and overcast, I was alone, searching for something. Searching for what? I don’t know, just something. Everywhere I looked I found a cold, unfriendly stare aimed squarely at me.

But on a quick glance to my left I spotted what I must have been looking for.

She strode confidently past. Chin up, shoulders back. She had an assertive gait, one of purpose and importance. It was she who I must have come to this place to seek out on that day.

She had blond hair, probably dyed. She was older. She had shoulders that were both broad and slender at the same time. She wore clothes that were tailored perfectly to suit her slender figure – a well-fitted red leather jacket, a pencil skirt with just a kiss of flare at the bottom to allow it to flow in the slight cool breeze, and heels that showed off well defined calves and delicately slender ankles.

Who was she? Where was she going? What was her story? I’ll never know.

She strode swiftly and with ease through the streets. I tailed her briefly and wanted to know more. But just as quickly as she appeared, she had vanished…

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P.S. This was just a story I made up about this image. I took it earlier this year in Kensington Market in Toronto. It’s the first time I’ve attempted such a thing on my blog, and it’ll probably be my last. I think I’ll eave it to my friend Nicole Sander from this point forward.

 

Midsummer Afternoon

Last week I shared my first collaboration post done with Nicole Sander, and I’m so happy that we received such a positive response about it. In our second collaboration, we bring you back to lazy summer afternoons that I’m sure most of us in the northern hemisphere are very much looking forward to seeing again soon.

Question – do you have a favorite summer memory? Be it from last summer, or from your childhood? Since it’s so cold and rainy in my city, I would  absolutely love for you to share a great summer story with us all in the comments.

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It’s a muggy midsummer afternoon right before the rain begins. In the distance, the soft whirring of sprinkler systems give way to a warm breeze and the hearty smell of a sizzling barbecue. Soft bursts of children’s laughter echo in the balmy summer street. Somewhere inside, salsa music is playing and the soft clinking of glasses sounds amidst a joyful conversation. The first drop of rain has hit the pavement now, and the neighbors gathered outdoors are picking up to go inside. In summer spirit, nothing is better than a cool ride on a hot day.

 

Nick Hornby Saved My Life

Through the first twenty five years of my life I hated reading. In fact, the only thing I read with any sort of regularity was the liner notes of the CDs I bought.

But, over the past several years I’ve discovered so many amazing books and authors (perhaps I’ll add a page to the blog so I can list my favorites sometime). I’m definitely a sucker for the easy to read and action-pact Dan Brown style novels, but I also love non-fiction books about history, science, business, and music.

So, if I were to have an author of my choosing write a biography about me it would have to be Nick Hornby. Any time I see or hear his name, I immediately think of High Fidelity, his amazing novel about a hard-luck record store owner. Perhaps it’s because the story brings back memories of listening to music on vynil, spending hours upon hours making mix tapes… on cassette tape… and the excitement of actually leaving your house to BUY music at the record store.

In many of his novels, Hornby uses top-five song lists to describe girlfriends, life events, and the general music interests of his characters.

Because of all this, I would love to see what he would come up with after spending some time with me and putting my life in print.

I’ll leave you with the High Fidelity trailer… simply because it’s also one of my all time favorite movies.

Shane