I'm continuously looking for a shot. As I live and work downtown Toronto, everything is a possible subject. Back alley. An odd angle on a building. How the light hits a bridge at night.
I was raised in a small town. Small. As in, if you asked me where I was raised, you more than likely wouldn't have heard of it. And that's cool with me. Truth is, I wasn't always proud to be from a small town. I had weird qualms with it, in fact. An inexplicable qualm, … Continue reading Small Town Boy