Inside The City

Dick and Maggie's house – my home away in Halifax.

Kala and Smoot.

It's been an educational year for dogs for me. Had a roommate with a dog for a while, and lifted a lot of poop there.

These two were lots of fun, and they taught me some messy dog lessons, too. I now know the vet-recommended method of inducing vomiting in dogs.

I still wouldn't own one, but I'm pretty fond of dogs these days.

The neigbourhood shoe.

I'd like to say we partied a lot... but he's a busy guy. I know he meant to call.

This is Public Transit – 'Scotia style.

Same fare as taking a bus downtown gets you ferried across the harbour with your hair blowing in the wind. Though, I bet it stopped impressing that guy a long time ago.

Taken on the second floor of a tasty bookstore downtown. These are high ceilings with books stacked and piled from the floor on up.

I already forget the name of this place. When will someone take me aside and introduce me to the magic of note-taking?

This is looking down into the stairwell of my favourite corner of the store. Evil artwork hanging askew over the dank-looking entrance to the employee cellar. Or whatever it is down there.

If it was my shop, I'd be tempted to deck the whole place out in fine dungeon style. Hang a few chains and restraints among the stacks and add more artwork that has the vague menace of execution on it. This piece already suggests “electric chair” to me.

Thought I was kidding when I said “books everywhere”, didn't ya?

Here's us upstairs at the Fireside Restaurant for a lunch. Maggie's threatening to catch a nap, 'cause she's a little ill, and I look a goon because I'm on vacation and I don't have to shower, dammit.

Busy downstairs; not another soul up. Every salt shaker and sofa in the place to ourselves.

The top of The Kaizer Building downtown.

There's some fantastic old buildings in this city. You can see plenty of rainy seasons in the colours that bloom up and down them.

Here's Maggie's building on the campus. Nice old place for an architecture student to spend her time.

The pews inside St. Mary's Basilica. Looks like a lot of lousy seats if you get stuck behind one of the pillars.

The POV of a penetant man, prostrate before an angry God.

I really like that chandelier.

St. Mary's has the tallest polished granite spire in North America.

I know! It took me a minute to catch my breath after hearing that, too. Felt like I just got kicked in the awe.