Small Town Ontario

This past weekend, I took a little trip with the fam up to visit more fam members up in Southwestern Ontario. Picture a town that has the bare minimum of necessities and add twelve fish processing factories, and that's where we were. It was fun, despite the rain (is anybody suprised? My feet are going to become webbed soon). It poured rain the one day, and was humid as hell the next day. We passed the time playing cards, drinking, eating and walking. I find people in small towns take life much slower, and everything moves at quite...a......halting......pace. Everybody knows each other, everybody's friendly, everybody's waves...it's lovely is what it is. There was quite a nice little community there, and if there's anything I love, it's a sense of community. Big cities tend to have people moving from place to place, constantly, quickly, but never connecting. It's not like that in small town Ontario. Refreshing to say the least.

So without further adieu, I present to you some fairly unremarkable pictures of a small Ontario town:






I've never seen this many seagulls in my life...it was like out of a horror movie. It was self induced horror too, because how could I not run, with my arms flailing directly towards them?


mmmmhmmm, turtle crossing! How long would that take?



Poor Docky was NOT having the humidity.




Not much makes me happier than NICE graffiti. Seriously, I mean, it's encouraging! It's not sexist, or racist, or just plain mean! I love it!





This pop machine reminds me of going on road trips as child. The first thing we would always scope out at the motel/hotel (we being, me and my cousin who usually accompanied us on vacation) was the pop machine. They were always in the most random places, and it was like a treasure hunt to find them. Ahh, I miss road trips.