Here we see the beginnings of this reporduction of a famous painting. I forget the name of the painting and the master who did the original. Still, I (...)

The gal in the previous shot was watching this busker setting up his equipment. I'm sure she was waiting for him to show off his "skills" as a contort (...)

Meanwhile, down the street, the loud cheering crowd drew my attention. This gal had them going. It was mostly the women cheering because she had three (...)

Other acts weren't so lucky. These guys bombed. Maybe it was the location. Jetlag? Hangovers? Perhaps it was the costumes. Or was the banter too lame (...)

One of the most popular acts that I saw was the Canadian Trampoline Team. The kids just loved this act but the adults had lots of fun too. It helped t (...)

Up ... up ... and ... AWAY! This gal got lots of air ... 20 ft or more betimes ... doing flips, twists and bounces. Both gals were fantastic athletes, (...)

Did I mention that the kids loved this act? Just look at those faces!

Okay, back to busking. This fellow billed himself as Indiana John or something like that. He had quite a build up to his act. He had crowd volunteers (...)

It's hard to capture spinning, flaming torches. Especially with my little camera, whose rapid fire mode is quite primitve. Ah well.

It was quite funny when he lit the whip. The flames rushed up his arm and he flailed the whip about trying to prevent his shirt from catching fire. Ho (...)

You know ... you have to have the gift of the gab and be able to dish out the blarney if you're going to be a busker. This guy had it in spades and th (...)

The busker had these guys lie down on the street and talked about everything except what he was going to do with them or ... more ominously ... to the (...)

The busker then got top of his bicycle and began juggling these enormous, razor sharp knives while weaving between the guys on the ground. Lots of ooo (...)

Here we see beauty emerging from the mundane cobblestones. I never did get to phootgraph the finished work as the crowds got too thick and I didn't wa (...)

The civic holiday long weekend marked the annual Buskers Festival in Ottawa on Sparks Street. I went a-hunting for images with me trusty camera. There (...)

Busking is a rough way to make a living. I wasn't sure that Ottawa would be a profitable place to exercise this line of work. I may be wrong as this B (...)

Between the various busker venues I came upon this very serious clown making balloon animals for the kids. It isn't a festival if there isn't at least (...)

Fancy artwork was to be found elsewhere than on the sidewalk. This woman had striking art done on her skin. I was intrigued by this view from behind a (...)

I tried to get in close to the ground to capture one of those knife wobbling moments over the guys crotches. I was kneeling in position ready to get t (...)

The trampoline gals were simply amazing, so much so that I gave up trying to capture them in the act, as it were. So I captured these siblings instead (...)