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Adrian rides a pole, with a sailboat in the background.
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I'm a cowboy, on a cement horse I ride.
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Serene landfill.
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Where telephone poles go to die.
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An engineering marvel, courtesy of two bored computer scientists.
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What's that?
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A weed making its home inside an old telephone pole.
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Round bricks abound.
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Adrian makes a dash for the gulls
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The predictable outcome
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Gulls.
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So many gulls.
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Even more gulls.
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The Toronto skyline as seen from the lighthouse.
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Me in front of the lighthouse in the midst of consuming 1.5 L of water.
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Adrian at the lighthouse.
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Once more, lengthwise.
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Adrian on the rickety-ass bridge.
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Again.
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That's what I was trying to get in the shot.
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Adrian underneath the Bloor Viaduct.
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Jumping under the viaduct.
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Bridge supports are neat.
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My hair had formed into the shape of my helmet grooves, and was keeping that way.