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I’m Canadian, Eh? 018

Random photos and thoughts about Canada.

Our environment, our experiences, and the people we choose to surround us shapes us into who we are. In this series I search the web for thought-provoking images about Canada, the country I grew up in.

lairson sledding

What’s next, snowball fights?

As more cities in Canada and the U.S. become concerned with liability costs and catastrophic injuries, they are passing by-laws, posting signs, restricting access and even outright banning tobogganing. The crackdown has inspired pro-sledding protests, music videos and petitions. ~ Freedom sliders defy tobogganing bans in defence of Canadians’ right to slide down hills, The National Post, January 12, 2015


Not just for lumberjacks anymore

Eyes on the target, the pressure is on as Niki Schiafone raises a 28-inch axe high over her head. It’s the tie-breaker of her first game in Toronto’s axe throwing league, held in a Port Lands warehouse with multiple playing lanes caged in barbed wire. Her opponent has landed a blade just off the bull’s eye and Ms. Schiafone must stick hers right in the centre to win the match. ~ Where burying the hatchet can gain you points, The Globe and Mail, June 13, 2014

snow drummer

It’s just winter

Polar Vortex: Every year, meteorologists struggle to come up with innovative terms to bring terror to viewers over weather conditions. Polar vortex has its own Wikipedia page, and it really is a scientific thing, but six-o’clock weathermen (and women) started tossing the term around anytime the temps dropped. How about we just go back to calling it “winter,” agreed? ~ Banished words for 2015: Don’t ever say these cra-cra words again, you hack,, January 2, 2015


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7 thoughts on “I’m Canadian, Eh? 018

  1. You mentioned snow balls fights—Here’s one for you.

  2. Wonderful to learn about Canada and the change… Thank you for sharing!

  3. Covers our Canadian culture very well! eh! 🙂

    • I remember as a kid going with my siblings and neighbourhood gang (without any adult supervision) to a nearby ravine to tobagan. We were kamikazes and flew down those hills. If our parents knew what we were doing maybe they would have never let us go. Needless to say, we all survived. Those were the times when parents told us to go out and play and just make sure to come home for dinner!

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