A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)

Friday, August 31, 2012

Casual Fridays: Spit Stories

city view from the spit.
Hi guys, it's Britt. Last week I went to the Leslie Street Spit for the first time. Have you been?

The spit is a 5 km long peninsula that juts from Toronto into Lake Ontario. It was built 40 years ago as a breakwater for the harbor expansion. But in the end it wasn't really needed, and so as Toronto's building development boomed, the spit became a convenient place for the dumping of rubble and earth from development projects. 

When a building gets torn down, its remains come here to die.

It's actually a really beautiful place, with lots of vegetation and wildlife. But the thing that really got me excited about the spit, was all of the little treasures to be found. I collected a little pile of scraps and then took a closer look.

Each fragment was once a part of a whole. All of this belonged to something else, it had a purpose. Lives were lived inside of these things. 

It was thrilling to me imagining all of that history in one handful, all of those stories. 

If you get a chance, get out to the spit and see what I mean. 

Love to you, folks. Have a fantastic long weekend. 
xo Britt 

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