The sidewalks were not my friend yesterday. Combine heavy wet boots with a few hills/neglected sidewalks and well, you have Toronto, right now. I fell on Dundas; making a comical oops-type noise on the way down. It wasn’t as bad as my fall two weeks (exactly) ago but the ground was wetter and to add insult to injury, once on my feet I was hit by car slush (!!!). A few minutes after it happened I couldn’t help but laugh. The important thing? I didn’t drop my camera!
I often find myself looking longingly out the window at work. I can’t see the sky but the sun’s radiating glow bounces off of the building across the street. The light blinds and deceives. I walk outside aching to feel the heat on my face but the arctic wind that accompanies it brings a harsh reality.
The dark days are okay. You can bundle up, go outside, and everything is alright. You can walk around for hours before the cold reaches your core. The city is desaturated and the absence of foliage exposes its bones but it never stops. The streets are full and everything keeps moving – before we know it, winter will be over and the excitement of warm, grey days will be a distant memory.
Pulled off a quick alley walk today to inject a little colour into my Sunday. Winter is such a bummer and today was no exception. The colour has been drained from nature but not from the city!
On another note: STREET ART SUNDAY, FIFTIETH EDITION! 50. 5-0. Halfway to 100. Awesome!