Bonne fête to me.

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So it is my birthday today.  33.  Ouch.  But I am happy this year is over.  It has been a crappy year.  The worst I have had to deal with.  But as I write this, sitting in Montreal on vacation, I know that even though there might be some up and downs ahead, I should be pretty grateful for a lot of things.  And I am.  And there are people out there who have helped me forge ahead through the crap, and I am so grateful for them.  The perfect coffee chat/bitch session partners.

But every year I always buy myself a treat.  And this year, I love my present to myself.  While doing the Contact Festival gallery circuit in Toronto, I came across this photograph at a gallery named Propeller.  It was part of the Maximum Exposure exhibit of Ryerson students.  And well, I had to have it.  So after much budget calculations (I like doing my budget, a lot), I bought the photograph.  The artist is Imma Gobunquin, and it is two men chatting it up on a bench at Coney Island. Two random men, having a questionable conversation, while at the beach....of course I love it.

And see the little red dot...that is because of me!

So I am off to enjoy the rest of the day in rainy Montreal.  Take care out there...xo