Toronto the good, the beautiful, the simple. This city surprises me every day, granted those discoveries aren’t always positive. With patience and time, the good always outweighs the bad and the positive always prevails.
It’s hard to summarize a full year: 52 weeks, 365 days. Art is on the streets and the streets have become the art. This is the best of the best.
For the longest time I didn’t care much for black & white photos. Being a street art enthusiast, colour dominates; and where there isn’t colour, there isn’t detail. Detail is everything in street art and for a time I lost focus on photography as a whole and as such, the ability to bring out the detail without colour as the catalyst. As my confidence grows in Lightroom so does my comfort with monochrome.
In the middle of the concrete jungle sometimes it’s hard to believe nature came before man – each building taller & grander than the next; roads in every direction leading to more concrete and taller buildings.
One of my favourite things about the fall season is the way the leaves overtake the sidewalks – replacing the concrete with shades of rustic orange, yellow and brown; the leaves shuffling over & under my feet. It’s an especially welcome sign downtown where the concrete dominates.