Tuesday, April 29, 2014
Saturday, April 26, 2014
|Somehow in the 14 years that i've lived in the RP and the|
gazillion times that i've walked down Albion Ave.,
i have failed until today to notice this massive tree
with its intricately patterned bark.
|Another view of the Queen of Albion Ave.|
|Nothing says springtime like the emergence |
of the scooters from hibernation.
|It's a hard life for an urban tulip.|
Friday, April 25, 2014
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Saturday, April 5, 2014
|Chuckie's (with its incongruous chandeliers) looking dark and deserted |
on a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon.
Chuckie's on Morse Ave. is a little hole-in-the-wall bar with inexplicably huge chandeliers and very few customers (at least from what I've observed). I confess that the place is a puzzlement to me. I am always fascinated by the drama of places, and to me Chuckie's has an almost palpable air of … je ne sais quoi. If i were making a movie--a sinister neo-noir along the lines of Nicholas Winding Refn's Only God Forgives--i would set it at Chuckie's. And i would cast Ryan Gosling in the lead.
Because Ryan Gosling.