Self portrait as we leave for Montreal Jazz Fest.
And by we, I mean, Ale, Eileen and I.
Love Eileen's new hat. It's a really cool look.
She owes it.
Okay, so we've arrived at the Botanical Gardens. Now Ale and Eileen are figuring out what to see first.
The next several photos are great shots I got of roses. It must have been the perfect time for them.
They smelled good too
It looks like a field of roses in a shot like this. I love that.
a natural bouquet!
This is not a rose.
We arrive at the Chinese Garden.
Eileen enjoys the view.
It's a nice view
So is this one.
The path way to my story book home
My story book backyard.
Seriously old bonzi
Outside the section they call the tree house.
Amazingly this is a self portrait.
Inside the Tree House they had a bunch of "paper art." One of the displays was interactive if you wanted. This was it. So I did.
I don't remember what Eileen was describing here, but I'm sure it was very interesting.
Another very old bonsai
Check out how for this one the Bonzai artist has sculpted the back side of a man kneeling with his broad arms out stretched.
Little apples on a little 100 year old Bonzai apple tree.
For this photo I first tried to jump up on to the tree trunk. Here, I'm trying to not give away that I'm in pain after I failed. Thankfully, at least it's a pretty good photo.
Ouch! Actually what hurt more was that I almost pulled a muscle trying to avoid getting hurt.
It stung, but obviously wasn't that big a deal.
I love the family of ducks just walking through.
Beep beep. Coming through.
We finished up the gardens with these beauties. Then went downtown to find our hotel.
After we got our hotel rooms, we ventured out to Jazz Fest -- only 2 blocks away. Here these artist paint for the crowd.
Funny enough, I didn't really take any photos of Jazz Fest. The three photos I took we too dark to look good. The next day we walked to breakfast and I thought this tear-down building looked interesting.
Still walking to breakfast.
Eileen, Ale and I enjoy a great breakfast at a place where the waitress barely spoke English. The food was delicious.
I think I'm feeling smug about our delicious breakfast.
Walking back to our car we passed through a neighborhood of murals and public art.
This is a winter scene on the side of a brick apartment building. It really looked cool.
The hand with the fall scene mural on another apartment building across the street. Really fun way to improve the neighborhood.
We decided to head over to Mont-Royal Park for the weekly drum circle. It's every Sunday and has grown into hundreds of people spread out enjoying the park.
Little drum circles are every where.
The big one attracts lots of dancing and as many as 50 or 60 people with drums.
Lots of people stand around the big drum circle and just enjoy the beat while looking on.
Not every one drums. That was some kind of horn.
Lots of dogs and kids everywhere. I was trying to get a photo of this guy smiling at me. But he looked away right before I clicked it.
Not everyone stands around the drum circle. Lots of people picnic all around it.
And little circles form every where.
Ale and Eileen are looking at the clothes, trinkets, jewelry, instruments, and art for sale at the drum circle.
Seriously, people drum every where. And yet, becuase it's such a big place with lots of people... it's not obnoxious at all. It's rhythmic. There is a harmony to it through the park.
Back to the big drum circle with some close ups
We happen to run into friends from Burlington. Tegan, Mina, and Matt.
A bunch more photos of the big drum circle
A pregnant woman dances with the rhythm
Look at the muscle on that guy. You can't really tell in this photos, but he was in his late 40's too.
If some one had painted this photo and called it "Sunday in the Park" people would've said it was staged.
The video sound doesn't really pick up what it's like to be there. I mean you can hear some of the primal feeling of the beat.. but in general on the video it sounds more like noise then musical energy.
Only the high tones seems to come across on my camera's sound recording, so this loses a lot in translation. But at least it gives the idea of what it's like walking and experiencing it.