wheat sheaf tavern, est 1849 King St W, Toronto (click to enlarge)
Inside the upper window is a wide bottomed jar with yellow paint or yellow peppers, also a blue-green mural with a giant eye, which might be the reflection of something across the street, or a black and white lamp in front of a wall. I saw none of it from the corner where I took the picture; it became visible when I studied the image on my laptop, expanding it by holding it down under a mouse. That’s how it is with developing characters, too. I turn them this way and that, study them from close and far, guess at glimpses, make much of hints only to find out the hint was something else entirely. It takes time, study, humility. I will be wrong at first. I will think a lamp is an eye, that paint is peppers, that a reflection is an interior.
Love this image and its blend of influences and puckish motifs.
Thank you! I nearly took it in the middle of the intersection but managed to keep myself from stepping off the curb while looking at the web of wires and architecture.
Love this image and its blend of puckish motifs.
What a beautiful description of writing and its slow, often surprising evolution. Lovely.
Thank you! I’m in the thick of it now.