May 12, 2013
What’s the most innocent activity to get you caught up in a controlled detonation by the bomb squad?
Checking out cherry blossoms would have to be up there.
I was a latecomer to the cherry blossom party, i.e. I didn’t
know they were big outside of Asia . Judging by
the dreamy instagram pics on BlogTO,
I was the only one in Toronto High Park
The cherry blossoms were pretty nice. The people dressed as
samurais were a little strange. I took the mandatory wanky manual focus photos.
No, I don’t have a smartphone and therefore no fashionable app to over-saturate my photos to what photographers spent years trying improve on.
And anyway, all
you smug instragrammers don’t know the thrill of lugging a SLR around all day,
getting it from the case that’s inside the backpack, untangling the strap,
remembering to take off the lens cap, missing a photo op because you can’t be
bothered getting it out. But I digress.
There were a couple of news vans in the park. Were they just
time-filling with a cherry-blossom-fever story, or did they have something to
do with that police car blocking the road?
Public curiosity is contagious.
We
went to investigate. The solo police officer was making a vague attempt to stop
people
