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Remember, when I told you about taking the ferry from Holland to England? I described how lovely the experience of slow travel was, gently floating in the North Sea from one port to another in the company of good Ferry-people.

I also proposed that any meaningful travel must involve some sort of immersive change in material reality — in between the places. Between the Hook of Holland and Harwich, the change in material reality involved entering the world of expansive ocean, pointed waves extending toward the grey, then blue, the orange hued skies. On a plane, the change in material reality brings the bright blue sky and puffy blanket of atmosphere and clouds.

Well it happened again — a change in material reality, that is — and it happened on the very short ferry trip from the Toronto’s Jack Layton Ferry Terminal to Ward’s Island.

IMG_1856Plunged into the abyss of the misty fog, aboard the Ongiara

As we pushed away from the city, the always powerful bulk of the skyline immediately disappeared behind the wet, grey fog. We were completely plunged into the world of mist and ice, as the ferry slowly trudged its way across the frozen Toronto Bay.

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That a change in material reality was experienced on the very short 15 minute ferry ride between Toronto and its Islands is testament to the profoundly different places these two fundamentally linked places are.

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