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.
When I look at my photos I can close my eyes and go back to the second the shutter snapped. Each moment captured is burned into my memory forever. I know when an alley has changed and what has changed about it. I can recall what once claimed the land where a condo now stands. I feel like I’ve got a weird little map of the city etched into my brain through my photos.
I love this city. I’ll love it even if the election outcome isn’t what I hope it to be, but I want to remember Toronto like this – each photo acting as a memory of the landscape before it changes again. Who knows what the future holds, right?
PS – If you haven’t voted already, please get out there and do so tomorrow. Every single vote matters.