Canadian Geese walking and swimming on partially frozen Lake Ontario. January 2012. Click on the image to see it in its entirety.
Canadian Geese: A diary of strange (for an American in Canada)
I had visited Canada before. First visiting friends in Victoria and trying to unravel the geographical conundrum that is the capital of BC on what is called Vancouver Island while much bigger Vancouver is a long ferry ride from its eponymous island, then returning to ski various mountains with such carefree names as Sunshine, Whistler, Revelstoke while the “loonie” was tantalizingly low. More recently, I extended my exploration to the eastern urbs of Toronto, Montréal, and Quebec City. Captivating, but not altogether strange. All-dressed chips, Wunderbar, Coffee Crisp, Bounty Bar, and butter tarts were some of the novelty food items that made their way into my luggage to bring home to friends as a kind of edible exchange of cultural curios. Over these past few months, however, I have spent most of my time in Toronto and environs as a visitor on extended loan from “south of the border” (a phrase that previously conjured for me images of sombreros and mariachis). As such, I have been subjected to a new barrage of cultural strange far beyond what I ever could have foreseen, as I come from San Francisco, the city where everything from all cultures and imaginations happens, and most of it in public view.
Stay tuned for more…