Rebar Shores

The Leslie Street Spit has become one of my favourite spots in the city. One has only to wander off the road or newer walking paths especially close toward the shoreline to gain a somewhat apocalyptic sense of the world; one is walking on the detrius that comes from building demolition. For a very, very long time the spit has been formed by the dumping into the lake of construction fill. (Hard to believe when one experiences the considerable wetland habitat now well developed in the middle of the Spit) Again, however, as one wanders toward the edges of the Spit or onto the newly laid sections, cement hydro poles, bricks, entire sections of brick walls, steel duct work, more bricks, broken glass, asphalt chunks, massive cement boulders, and much else that one can think of from demolished human-made buildings is underfoot. That includes a great, great deal of tangled (and tripping!) rebar which snakes out of the edges of the Spit like some sort of steel vascular system...

My mission this morning was to get to the end of the Spit to catch the full force of waves--whipped up by a damn powerful (and cold) northwest wind--coming across the full length of the lake before hitting the harbour-less and thus unprotected nose of the Spit with sunlight catching water spray. Was too lazy to dig our my long johns, so I got about a fifth of the way down the Spit before I was forced by the cold to scramble onto a protected (from the wind) shoreline to point my camera instead at ice formations.

It was so windy it was hard to point and hold the long lens on a chosen subject.

Few living things about except the madness of diving water fowl and two insane cyclists.