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Toronto Islands


Obviously, I love islands, what with a blog called Briland Girl.  That name refers to Harbour Island, Bahamas, the top one on my list.  There are supposedly 700 islands in the Bahamas, and so far I've made it to Eleuthera (Harbour Island is part of it), Abaco, and New Providence (where Nassau is). Only 697 to go!

Some days, don't you just wish you lived on a tiny, deserted island? Especially lately. Between ISIS and Donald Trump, I was more than happy to go a week without TV in the Bahamas over the Christmas break.  The news is almost impossibly dreary; I realize more and more that my life is cushy and privileged, and I have nothing to complain about, even if there is something I want, but can't seem to grasp.  At least I am in the position to try.

 Anyway, here are some images from our very own Toronto Islands. Not far enough from civilization on some days, but a lovely respite from the madness of downtown.  A few hundred people have clung to life out there.  No stores, no cars, and no amenities save some touristy stuff that's open in the summer.  But Islanders wouldn't change it for anything. I took these photos on an afternoon in November.






Hello from the other side :)


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