Sunday in Costa Rica

Sundays in San Jose, Costa Rica are quiet. many stores are closed and the streets are not so congested. I suppose that is to be expected from a Spanish-speaking Catholic country. Most places locals told me to visit were closed. Still, life continues, and life occurs. In the parks, the sidewalks, people are still engaging in activities. These are some of the moments of life I captured in San Jose, the capital of Costa Rica.

Under the dome in Parque Nacional, locals relax. Some also practice their performances.



Love is everywhere.

Perenial Romance and momentary sadness



Behind the Woods



A couple embrace for an extended moment in front of the National Museum.




Across the ground from the National Museum are stalls selling various arts, crafts and souvenirs. Here you’ll find leather goods, hammocks, various wood carved products and whatever knick knacks Costa Rica has to offer.





I came across a demolished home and thought it might make for some interesting photos.




A glass sits in the sink as if still waiting to be washed. A dilapidated door opens to the back yard.






This is Daniel. He said “HEY MAN! Take my picture”. His english bad, my Spanish was terrible, but we still had a conversation. He shared with me quite the unfortunate story. His mother had passed away the day before and that him and his 12 siblings don’t get along. The cynical side of me thinks his story was to garner pity – he did ask me for help and some money after. The human side of me hopes he’ll make it through.




A skateboarder performs a massive drop. This one in particular was not successful. After a few shots I decided to put my camera away and just watch. He eventually made it, and all his friends exuberantly congratulated him. He’ll be getting a copy of this photo in his email.




Buried Deep. A man reads with his face only an inch away from the book.



Jack Layton Memorial

Before the photos, I just want to say that its been a while. Busy with work and life in general. Some great news though, I got my workhorse lens back, the 24-70 2.8. I missed this lens quite a bit. Here are the photos.

People gave their farewells to Jack by writing on the walls and floors of Nathan-Phillips Sq by city hall. There were writings all over the place. People gave him plenty of love.

A very thoughtful gesture. People left chalk in buckets so that anyone who wished to bid Jack farewell could easily do so.

People also wrote on the concrete catwalk above the square. Floor and wall space was running out on the main level.

An individual writes on a wall while standing on top of one of the large flower pots.

A man looks over the ledge and observes the people writing. Later on, he too picks up a piece of chalk and bids Jack farewell.

On a different note, the next photos are some that I took while on the way to the square.


Yonge and Dundas Sq

This is an area frequented by both locals and tourists. Tourists come for the sights, the “time-square” eque feel (though not as grand), Eaton’s Centre Mall, and many other things. For the locals, it’s just a major intersection; AMC theatre nearby, Greyhound Bus terminal around the corner, as well as other things located near by. And well, it’s Yonge street. There’s also a few events/festivals held in this area. ┬áHere are a few photos of an afternoon spent in the square.

Children playing by the floor fountains on the Square. Some remain dry, some jump right on the spewing water.


A pair of tourists, one posing one taking the photo. To each their own on the poses.



Everywhere you look in Y & D sq, people are taking photos. Some of them make for great subjects.







Man on the run. Looked like he just came from the financial district, which is just 2 blocks south and one block west of the square.


After the quarrel. This couple seemed like they were arguing. Though gladly, they hugged and made up afterwards.


A man plays with his phone while riding the TTC street trains.


Taken just half a block south of the square. A man converses with another man who was taking a nap right on the sidewalk.