A young pine, glowing with snow. At Pine Lake.
A ruggedly delicate ant doggedly, blindly attempts approach to the spotlight. It ought to be said: a stem of moss turns around its serpentine head, and gazes in tangible shock.
Near Yonge and Bloor – a shot from inside a buffet. I enjoy photographing in the city, where things are various and unexpected; scraped pavement, dripping steam … and I find myself intrigued by the challenge of finding the sense in it, at least visually. “416” is Toronto’s area code.
Entering into my favourite walk.
From a deep valley near Rosedale.