Crossing the Street
remember the first time you crossed the street on your own? untethered not clinging to Mom? and Dad? did you ever think it would come to this?
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Look Up
Remember when we were kids and we’d look up at the stars or the clouds or at passing airplanes? Remember looking up and wishing that Superman or the Starship Enterprise would zoom past...
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Urban Fresh
Are we broken because we don’t fit in to nine-to-five suits? Or is it you who is damaged by accepting that the only way to be is to stuff your body into...
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33 1/3 RPM
If I run in a circle fast enough my head will start to feel lighter and the music will begin to play: not the kind of music you hear on the radio...
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Syd and Nancy
Let’s go shopping for the pieces of the world: for the sake of those whose lives have been shattered by war, whose dreams and hopes have been buried by mudslides or swept...
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In the Flow of Things
In the flow of things everything seems to be right but you’re making it up as you go along.
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Benches
I took a walk but it was too cold to stop for a while and smile at the passers-by.
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Nuit blanche et bleue
Taken during Toronto’s Nuit Blanche all-night art happening last fall. This installation on Yonge Street north of King bathed revellers in blue light and dry ice smoke. The pink and white zones you...
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