"On May 9, 2009 a few groups of photographers were allowed into The Don Jail. Oddly, I was one of the few people who brought a video camera that day. This video is an exploration of all the floors of the jail including the single/family cells. I hope I have captured the essence of this creepy location."

From Ian Morris' YouTube page.

Ok...here's my train of thought:
This morning I had a short correspondence with someone who disagreed with my take on the impending Municipal Workers Strike, and emailed me to tell me so.

Turns out that he works with Corrections Canada, which is a field that is fascinating to me. I also have a lot of respect for people who go to work every day and face danger.

I went on a little OCD search...and found the "fallen" section of Canadian Corrections Ontario. You can search by province on the main page.

Each photo has the story attached.

Very interesting.

The St Lawrence Market



When I was a little girl, my Tetka Ljuba used to get up at the crack of dawn on Saturdays and drag her ass down to St. Lawrence Market for fresh meat, cheeses, and produce.

I used to really like St. Lawrence Market...even up until the late '90's, I remember it still having a European Market feel.


The Mister and me recently made a trip down there solely based on the fact that neither of us had been there for years.
I was disappointed in how overpriced the meats, cheeses and condiments were.
It also has a bit of a cheezy flea market feel to it now.

I dunno.

Sad.

Kensington Market - 1963



Back when I first came to Canada, Kensington Market was known as the "Jewish Market".
Every Saturday, my mother would take me down there so that she could shop.
I would play on a playground on Augusta Avenue until she was done.

At the end of Baldwin was a Yugoslavian Store. When she was done shopping, she would buy Cik Magazine and Ilustrana Politika...I would get some honey cookies or some candies that were similar to the ones I used to get at icko's (EEch-ko's was a candy maker in Petrovo Selo who brought his knowledge to the owner of The Sweet Gallery in west end Toronto...so I'm told), and then we would go home.

Kensington is nothing like it used to be when I was a kid, or even later.
When I was in my early twenties, after we were done clubbing... We would stop by the Jewish Bakery on Baldwin (that is not there anymore) and pick up some fresh kifle, right out of the oven at 4am...even though they weren't officially open, they would still sell you something in the summer.
The front door would be open to relieve some of the heat, I suppose.

There are ways of doing things that are no longer possible.
This...is one of them.