#no shade on Ontario

[hellenhighwater]

why is ontario no business of yours? -sincerely, someone who lives 15 minutes from its shore

I live in Michigan; please observe which Great Lakes are in contact with Michigan. Ontario is a Great Lake, but it's not Michigan's Great Lake. We get four out of five; I can get to any other Great Lake without leaving my state.

I would need to go through Canada or several other states to get to Ontario. It's lovely, but it is very literally no business of mine.

[virtchandmoir]

skatecanadabcyt: A great skate by Haley Sales & Nikolas Wamsteeker in the Senior Rhythm Dance! They sit in 8th place going into the Free Dance tomorrow!

@kelownaskatingclub

#skatebcyt#skatinginbc#SCNats24

[rainintheevening]

If the Canadian election were held today, the Bloc Quebecois would be the new opposition party.

[texeurodrapery]

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[avatar-state-kate]

Something so healing about watching a Canadian film set in Canada, like don’t disguise those businesses to be American/fake, let dollarama stand in all her glory

[lindaseccaspina]

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Carmen Monge, Carmen Monje, Cha Cha MongeFamiliy TieCarmen Monge is the wife of Bob Hamby. Carmen Monge and Kitty Baker double teaming Rachel Dubois CLIPPED FROMThe Wichita BeaconWichita, Kansas12 Jul 1968, Fri  •  Page 22 CLIPPED FROMThe Beaufort GazetteBeaufort, South Carolina02 Dec 1971, Thu  •  Page 12 CLIPPED FROMThe Sun TimesOwen Sound, Ontario, Canada12 Jun 1972, Mon  •  Page…

[probablyasocialecologist]

Ripping up concrete sidewalks and parking lots and instead planting urban forests and using less cars can all help to decrease indoor and outdoor air temperature. In cities with an abundance of water, “soft cooling” techniques using fans and pools can also greatly reduce extreme temperatures.

Many architects today are also changing how they design buildings: only providing AC in specific rooms instead of through a central heating system. This way, people can choose to open or close their windows if they want, while reducing the energy needed to cool the hallways and lobby areas.

If you face photovoltaic panels westward, you can time the peak electricity production from solar energy with peak electricity demand for cooling. Using better glass on buildings, external shading, increasing air movement and installing ceiling fans—all of these further reduce reliance on AC.

In the longer term, we can cool our streets by narrowing them, using less dark colors that absorb heat, and aligning streets to prevailing winds. There are also ways we can overhaul the way we do air conditioning itself.

Many cities already provide air-conditioned public spaces as a public health services; we could also redesign apartment buildings with social spaces for people to hang out, by, for example, transforming the much cooler basements into lounges.

We could build cooperative housing that is ecologically and efficiently designed, so that people can together manage their energy use and decide on their own innovations to lower temperature. Toronto has a district cooling system that uses cold water from the bottom of Lake Ontario, and then uses the warmed up water for the drinking water supply.

[thesunmakesmetired]

Ive been seeing a lot of international miku lately and decided to participate...

Québec Miku

Lore dump:

This is more of a Montreal Miku than a Québec Miku but like I'm not from either Montreal city or Québec city, it's just that Montreal is the most known city and I've been there more and so I went with that one.

I would have done beautiful cultural clothing if we had any... but we dont, so I took the essence of it instead

She's wearing a trafic cone because those are Quebec's unofficial symbols. This is not a dress. This is hard plastic. She stole it off the side of the road.

She has the road work and the detour signs as her hair pins and her shoes are the roads filled with potholes. (I love the shoes sm, I kinda want them)

She's also holding a poutine because if Québec has one good thing, it's poutine (and maple taffy... damn I love sugar shack season... I should have added that too :( )

Her earrings say "calise" and "tabarnak" because it made me laugh.

If you ask why she looks so pissed, idk. It came out like that, but let's just imagine she had to talk to someone from Ontario or smt?? She wants them to speak French because "La loi 101 criss" (Nah, it's because we were Canada's capital until they BURNT IT TO THE GROUND and rebuild it in Ontario... like, rude)

Quebec is like the other canadian provinces' younger rebellious sibling that keeps saying they're gonna run away but never does (even if Québec is technically the oldest but I don't feel like making sense right now, I think this is obvious by the fact she's wearing a neon plastic cylinder...)

This is half shaded, not rendered and honestly kinda shitty but its 1 am and this took wayyy longer than it should for what is essentially a shitpost and I wanna go to sleep but I had to do this first- and I forgot to sign so plz dont steal or repost... I mean, idk why u would cuz this sucks ass but yk-

Also, shoutout to the ibispaint body template for saving me a good hour on this thing...

[asunsetgrace16]

✧ 𝗖𝗨𝗧𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦⎥𝗕𝗖92

Pairing: Brandt Clarke x fem!reader

Summary: It is a good thing that Canadians find California warm enough for shorts and swimsuits for the majority of the year because Brandt likes nothing better than to come home to find you in a bikini top and cutoff shorts.

Warnings: none. Just a flirty, hopelessly in love Brandt Clarke

Notes: Headcanon: "thanks the L.A. weather for getting to see you in bikini tops and shorts for most of the year"

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70 degrees and sunny in the middle of March. A far cry from growing up in Northern Ontario. Y/N and Ines Kopitar, who has taken Y/N under her wing as Brandt gets more and more games with the Kings, are lounging by the pool at Ines’ house. 

“God, I can’t believe it is this nice out. I keep expecting a blizzard any time. I can definitely get used to this.” Y/N says, eyes shaded by sunglasses.

“Yeah, I’d imagine Northern Ontario is much colder this time of year.” Ines replies, a smile gracing her face. 

“But I am not one to complain.” They clink their glasses of margarita, share a laugh, and the conversation flows on. Before long, however, Y/N gets a text from Brandt, saying that they are on their way back from practice.

“The boys are on their way back.” She announces. Ines checks her watch.

“It is that time. You two will stay for supper?” She asks. They gather their towels and books, making their way inside.

“Of course. What were you planning?���

“I was thinking fish tacos, something light. The boys can snack on something before if they need.”

“I can make a dip, if you like. They can bend the nutrition plan rules a little.” Y/N offers, pushing her sunglasses up on her head as they step inside.

“That would be great, actually. I’ve got the recipe down pat, so I can get it going fast. We should be ready to eat an hour after the boys get back.” Ines directs Y/N to the fridge, and they start gathering all the ingredients and supplies to make dinner. Y/N pulls out a saucepan and tosses thinly sliced onions in with butter to caramelize. Ines pulls mangoes, red onion, jalapenos, cilantro, lime juice, and red pepper to make a salsa. While the onions cook down, Y/N blends an avocado, some jalapeno, and lime to make a sauce, before mixing together the base for the dip. The fish is battered and frying when the Anze calls out their arrival.

“In, we’re home. It smells fantastic in here.” He and Brandt stop short in the doorway. They wear identical looks on their faces, as both Y/N and Ines simply pulled on a pair of cutoff denim shorts after the afternoon in the sun, leaving their bikini tops on. He swings around to the stove and captures Ines for a kiss, “What creation are you making tonight?”

“Fish tacos and Y/N is making a dip.” Ines answers, flipping a piece of fish.

Brandt goes over to Y/N, mimicking Anze. He kisses her neck. With warm hands on her hips he says in his ever playful manner, “You look even better than the food does, baby. Is that french onion dip?”

Y/N laughs, her head is back resting on his shoulder and teases, “Yes it is. Not even five minutes and you are already thinking about food?”

“Hey, you can’t blame a guy, no one makes it better than you do.” Brandt swipes some of the dip, “Besides,” he whispers in Y/N’s ear, “It would be rude to leave early, as much as I want to.”

A shiver runs down her spine at the silent promise. She swats him with the towel draped over her shoulder and sets him and Anze to making the mango salsa for the tacos. Somewhere, Brandt procures a speaker and starts a random playlist playing. A playful energy fills the kitchen, and a towel war breaks out. The group eats standing around the kitchen island, the conversation never ceasing. As the saying goes, many hands make light work as the dishes are washed and put away, leftovers tucked safely in the fridge for tomorrow’s lunch. 

Anze lights a fire outside when the sun begins its descent. They move outside with hoodies on and quilts bundled in their arms. Almost as an afterthought, Anze sprints back inside and grabs marshmallows, chocolate, and graham crackers to make s’mores. Both Y/N and Ines crack a  yawn. The night is dark and a chill is settling in before Brandt and Y/N notice the time. 

“I guess it’s time to head out.” Brandt says, “Nice that we have an off-day tomorrow.”

“Yeah, it’s later than I thought. Thank you for dinner, as always. And the company. It was wonderful.” Y/N follows up, folding her borrowed blanket as she stands. Stretching, she yawns once again. 

“Oh any time. We like you guys. You restore some youthful energy.” Anze jokes.

“You’re not that old yet. You can still skate circles around half the league.” Brandt comments as they make their way inside. Goodbyes are said and Brandt’s hockey bag is loaded into the back of their vehicle. The late hour makes the drive home faster than usual. Y/N dozes off not long after buckling up. The moonlight streaming through the window throws shadows over her face, silvery highlights make her look so peaceful. It makes Brandt’s breath catch in his throat. He is so in love it hurts.

“C’mon sweetheart, we’re home.” Brandt murmurs, reaching over Y/N to unbuckle her seatbelt. She climbs out of the car and leans into him. The walk to their apartment is short.

“I think I could fall asleep standing up at this point,” She mumbles, face tucked into his shoulder as the door to their apartment is unlocked.

“Me too. I vote we get ready for bed as fast as we can, and then we can just fall into bed.”

Sounds like a plan.” They move quickly through their nighttime routines. Brushing teeth, washing faces, grabbing pajamas. He flicks off the big light and turns on the bedside lamps. Y/N tosses her hoodie out the open bathroom door and changes into more comfortable shorts. Denim is cute, but not all that comfortable to sleep in and certainly not her choice of sleepwear.

“Babe, can you come untie me? There’s a knot now and I can’t quite get it undone.” Y/N calls. He comes back into the bathroom and gets the knot out of her bikini top.

“You’ve got some tan lines, baby.” He kisses her shoulder.

“Hmmm. You can appreciate them tomorrow.”

[cleolinda]

Alice Munro, the Nobel Literature Prize winner best known for her mastery of short stories and depictions of womanhood in rural settings, has died in Ontario, Canada, at the age of 92. The news was confirmed to CNN “with great sadness” by a spokesperson at her publisher, Penguin Random House.

Munro’s mainstream breakthrough came in 1968 with the publication of her debut short story collection, “Dance of the Happy Shades.” A collection of 15 of her earliest stories, the book received critical acclaim and won Canada’s prestigious Governor General’s Award for Fiction in the same year.

It largely sets the tone for Munro’s prose; semi-autobiographical in nature and exploring the universality of the human urge for self-discovery, love, and independence, through the mundanity of everyday life in small, rural communities.

In 2013, Munro was selected as Nobel Laureate in Literature for her body of work spanning seven decades. The Nobel Committee described Munro as a “master of the contemporary short story,” whose writing captured “the feeling of just being a human being.”

[blackswallowtailbutterfly]

My Garden Flowers Part 9

All photos mine.

In order of appearance:

241. Wild Yam (Dioscorea villosa) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

242. Nodding Wakerobin (Trillium flexipes) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

243. Moss campion (Silene acaulis) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

244. Great White Trillium (Trillium grandiflora) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

245. Yellow Wood-Sorrel (Oxalis stricta) Small yellow flowers. You often find them growing as weeds, but they're native at least to the northern USA bordering southern Ontario. The leaves, flowers, and fruits are a very lovely snack, with a tart refreshing flavour.

246. Horseweed (Erigeron canadensis) A fairly common garden weed, but native so she can stay where she pops up from time to time. Not pictured as I haven't got pictures.

247. Stiff Goldenrod (Oligoneuron rigida) Not pictured as I haven't got pictures yet.

248. Fourflower Loosestrife (Lysimachia quadriflora) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

249. Smallflower Forgetmenot (Myosotis laxa) At least I think. Her flowers are certainly much smaller than the European pink and blue species I see around. Not sure what else she'd be.

250. Bearberry (Arctostaphylos uva-ursi) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

251. Tall Meadow-Rue (Thalictrum pubescens) Yet more lacy white flowers! I imagine if you preferred white you could have a full native garden of such.

252. Northern Bog Violet (Viola nephrophylla) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

253. Wool Grass (Scirpus cyperinus) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

254. Prairie Milkweed (Asclepias sullivantii) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

255. Square-Stemmed Monkeyflower (Mimulus ringens) More leggy than her yellow cousin, but still very attractive flowers that look a lot like snapdragons. She needs things moist.

256. Pawpaw (Asimina triloba) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

257. Meadow Sundrops (Oenothera pilosella) Not quite as intensely yellow as her cousins, Oenothera biennis and Oenothera fruticosa, but still very bright.

258. Wood Lily (Lilium philadelphicum) We don't have a ton of red or orange flowers native here as compared to yellow, white, or pink/purple flowers, so each one is a treat.

259. Virginia Waterleaf (Hydrophyllum virginianum) Yet more lacy white flowers! Not complaining, though, I think they're lovely in the garden. You find these growing in shaded woods.

260. Woodland Strawberry (Fragaria vesca) Unlike her cousin in the front, this one produces lots of berries...but they're white! That's not usual for the species but not unheard of. It's kind of fun to pick little white strawberries each year from that patch.

261. Pickerelweed (Pontederia cordata) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

262. Bog Rosemary (Andromeda polifolia) This is a cultivar. I will have the wild type one day.

263. Strict Blue-Eyed Grass (Sisyrinchium montanum) Her cousin in the front prefers things dry, but this one, like many members of her family (irises), prefers things moist. It was actually easier to get her to take than the dry one, though, which I had three failed attempts at before the one I planted last year.

264. Downy Yellow Violet (Viola pubescens) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

265. Purplestem Angelica (Angelica atropurpurea) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

266. Wrinkleleaf Goldenrod (Solidago rugosa) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

267. Purple Giant Hyssop (Agastache scrophulariifolia) Not pictured as I haven't got pictures yet.

268. Buffaloberry (Shepherdia canadensis) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

269. Silverberry (Elaeagnus commutata) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

270. White Lettuce (Nabalus albus) Not pictured as she hasn't flowered yet.

[busyfish]

Do a "touching grass" review.

it's basically autumn here in Ontario so i get the benefit of cooler air but still some sun; which is warm when you're in it but once you're in the shade it's nice and cool

it's my favourite time of year

jumping on the trampoline clears my head a bit

Brain still bad

8/10

[iramadierf]

a practice of looking at a cup half full: 01 (222)

⋄ i was given a taste of acknowledgement. support. some version of recognition. even if mutated. even if the fabric degraded. even if all parts imploded. even if fleeting. you taught me well.

⋄ june 16 2021. 456 days of isolation in a southwestern ontario suburb straight to the heart of mile end. to the stiffest cup of coffee my nerves quickly learned to walk around, along with its boys club, and the quartier of honeyed peculiarities (at first dip). my family sent me off waving through the tears. i couldn't stop reaching for them, looking out for my sister from the passenger window until my neck knotted, then immediately eyes peeled to the rearview until the corner was turned. it felt like every bone in my body was splitting, longing to stay close to the ones i love. what about all you will miss? you might regret this. thoughts that haunted me then and haunt me now. i believed there would be a way for it to all make sense. one day, i still hope it might. but i can't allow myself to think so far ahead.

⋄ my love is bigger than my fear, my mother has always said. i chose to jump into the deep-end in order to do it right. i signed the papers and drove 725 km away 14 hours later. i moved to a new city, alone. *ais helped. he made sure even if i've always felt like it, i'm never really ever (alone). he's always been there. hatchback filled to the ceiling. both the taylor and microkorg my father bought me softly positioned in between my grandmother's old sheets, records, and stacks of journals i collected.

⋄ i bought a blue rusted bike off marketplace first thing. $80 i thought. with a not so secret $200 in repairs at the bike shoppe off rachel. my first lesson and error in judgement. i found my way back to ontario street and we began (222). i dreamt of that moment countless moons before.

⋄ that sweet saint viateur x saint urbain apartment. afternoons sunbathing naked in the sunroom. the old pine. fresh eucalyptus and billie’s solitude playing in the background as i'd cook myself dinner. my most adored back alley. the laundromat across the street that ate all my coins but beat the bathtub. i know nothing in this moment except write. plot. let it hurt, then jump in deeper. call home. i cried myself to sleep most nights, too ignorant to know what yet to fear, yet consumed by the unknowing of it.

⋄ a boy met me on the corner and bruised my heart months later. perhaps i bruised my own. but he was a genuine friend in a time of my life where everything felt painful, distant and disorienting. i picture the first moment we met whenever i walk by even still.

⋄ i develop a deeper understanding of this complex and beautiful language every day. i feel my brain process differently. there are so many different shades and colours to words and all of their meanings than ever before.

⋄ i wanted to give us green. i guess i did. a little or a lot, it was the most i ever could. we ate off it, didn't we?

⋄ indisputably, i drank and smoked too much. i lost my head. the cartilage in between. but in this season of debauchery, i was reflected who i will never mirror again.

⋄ i had my target set, since 23. to be angry, unashamedly. to allow myself to be. to enter the room heels clanking. to say it, even if wrong. even if harshly. say it. scream it. spit out the gag. and i did. perhaps i'd live and write it all differently now, less abrasively, with less fingers pointed heart racing, but this was an integral part of the process. to forgiving myself. and you. and to understanding you. and myself plus you. to soul-softening. to trusting. to allowing the same validity and space for my being as i do yours. for not allowing yours by denying mine. i can speak now. i can enter a room eyes up. i have 01 (222) and all of its shadows to thank for that.

⋄ different air. different water. you taught me how not to choke by choking me out first maybe, but i've arrived.

⋄ i got to create with minds i admired long before knowing the names of them. when cynthia checked out, pressure was part of the soundtrack that soothed the nightmare of it all. i'll forever be grateful for the chance of our paths crossing. for your choosing of them to. for the little home on marie-anne with laura and getting lost on duluth that first voyage to montréal in february 2019. you took a chance on me back then. we felt like hope. clairvoyance. symmetry.

⋄ this is the portal. to self-discovery. assurance. to play. to molding myself like the clay. to blue morpho. to 02. i am still standing. even taller than before. i'd change nothing.

[pansylair]

hi!! was wondering what kind of slip and/or underglazes you use?

so all the slip is made in house at our guild, my good friend there also made a giant bucket of a nice white slip and i just steal a bit once in a while, i’ve been meaning to add some pigment to a little batch or two of it one of these days.

since i’m in southern ontario my go to underglaze is psh brand, mixes well and stays quite true to color and applies nicely as opposed to something like amaco brand which is pushed around by the brush/feels more slippery and takes longer to dry (no shade amaco we just work different you and i!)

[transit-fag]

Thoughts on the go train (train that is only in Ontario Canada, in-between stuff like Amtrak and via rail and more local transit, also it's main colour is green)

(dark green ones with the round front is what it looked like from when I was 3 til recently until they started rebranding with the lighter green, the one with the more square front is from when I was very young if not older than that) (all the pics are from the internet)

I like the funny car shapes and it has a nice shade of green. These more local commuterish rails like go and NJ Transit are incredibly important and are direly needed to be implemented in more parts of the US in Canada