Monday, September 11, 2006

A Walk On The Beach

For some reason, today I was moved to write. So I'm writing. It doesn't happen often, and like most positive impulses, I've learned to run with it. Interesting things happen when you let momentum take over. You'll notice I didn't say GOOD things happen, but how much fun would life be if only good things happened to you?

Today, the momentum started with a mistake. I missed my stop on the way home from work. I actually got a seat on the streetcar, and was right into the book I'm currently reading ('Calculating God' by Robert J. Sawyer). When I finally looked up, I was three stops past my street. Not really a problem, as I like to take a walk after work, so I got off and decided to keep walking in the same direction the streetcar was travelling.Normally, when I start walking after dismounting from the Red Rocket, I simply walk east along Queen St. until I feel like turning around, then walk home. Sometimes I walk a few stops, and sometimes I get all the way to the end of the streetcar line at Neville Park. Today, on a whim, I decided instead to walk down to the beach and stroll back along the boardwalk.This is my favourite time of year to walk on the boardwalk. It's started to cool down enough that I wore a jacket to work today for the first time since May. Because of this, the tourists who have been flocking to the beach all summer, have now all gone home to Markham or Mississauga or Mimico, and the beach is mine again. It's so nice to be able to sit on a bench facing the water with a nice breeze from off the lake blowing in my face, and just hear the quiet. Not that it's silent by any means, with the rollerbladers on the bike path and people walking their dogs, and of course the gulls fighting over dropped hotdogs or ice cream cones from the Beach Snack Bar, but still and relaxing.As I walked past the Leuty Ave. Lifeguard Station, I couldn't help but think about bonfires on the beach at that very spot and stolen kisses in the dark back when I was a senior in high school. The Eighties seem a long way off from where I'm standing, and if I had realized how much tougher life was going to get, I would have had a lot more fun at the time.As I continued west along the boardwalk, I could see what appeared to be a bunch of people flying kites up ahead. As I was snapping some pictures anyway, this seemed a fun thing to get some shots of. As I approached, however, I realized that it wasn't just people flying kites, but kitesurfers. I had never seen this before, and I was amazed at the speeds these people were achieving. I saw one guy get pulled completely out of the water and glide through the air for about ten feet. Now, I don't know for sure that it's actually called kitesurfing, but it seems a logical enough name. I hung out there for a few minutes, watching what must have been about twenty people doing this. More power to them, because all I was thinking was that it was going to be chilly swim back to shore.

I realize that this is not in fact a food-related post, but the beach and the boadwalk are part of who I am and where I come from. The most important ingredient in any recipe that you make is you, and what you bring to the table. Also, expressing myself by written word is a relatively new thing for me, and I've found that as with most things, the more I write, the more I get used to writing, and the better I become. Hopefully as my cooking progresses, so too will my writing and my photography. I can only hope.

8 comments:

KFarmer said...

First time visitor from Anne's- I think you write wonderfully and I liked your subject. Walking, just walking; so much fun- You never know what's around the corner.

I also enjoyed reading your recipes and if you don't mind, will be back to see what you're cooking up next :)

Ian said...

Thanks, K! Walking on the boardwalk is one of my favourite ways to relax and decompress after a long day. And who knows what I may cook up next. :-{>

KFarmer said...

LOVE your recipe for High Class Spuds! I have a question. The cap- off the end or in the middle of tater? If off the end, how do you put the sauce over it and get it into the tater?

If you make them any time soon, I would love to see a picture of the finished product-if you don't mind. Just pop over and say hey! tater time or something equally silly :) Again, great recipe!

Ian said...

Hi K! The cap is off the middle. Cut about a third of the potato lengthwise off the top. I plan to make them this weekend, and I will definitely post the results. Cheers! :-{>

KFarmer said...

Thanks! They really sound wonderful!A meal all in one :)

compulsive writer said...

Great pics and great post. Glad you were in the mood...

Anne said...

Oh, I just read this today...I'm a little slow :O)

I love the beach too--slightly different area but similar-Lake Huron in Michigan. The seashore is never the same to me, the lakeshore is just part of me, having spent so much time there.

I don't know how you refrain from spending every day at the beach when you live so close! I'm green with envy.

Anonymous said...

Love the post, Ian. I too miss the lake, Erie that is. Ontario just doesn't seem the same to me; for one thing, I would never swim in it. And your writing is wonderful. As I've said before, I can hear your voice in it, which is truly a special talent.

Darlene