Growing up in a small and rural First Nations reserve in Northern Ontario, I always knew I wasn’t going to live there forever. I don’t know how I knew this, but from as young as I can remember I always had dreams of leaving my community and living in a big and bustling city. Today I guess I can say my dream came true. I live downtown in a pretty large urban centre. It’s not as busy or exciting as say New York City, but it’s still an interesting place. I live in what is a gritty but cool neighbourhood that is full of independent art galleries and hipster hot spots.
You would think that with my photography addiction that I would be snapping pics of urban street scenes, graffiti art and street photography, of which there is plenty to see. Toronto is the perfect place for that. However, I tend to go out of my way to find quiet corners away from all the noise and concrete that I live in.
I favour raw nature spots over perfectly manicured city parks and gardens. I appreciate the convenience of having the city right at my doorstep, but I long to be by the lake to get some breathing space. I prefer walking in paths overgrown with wild grass rather than cobblestone trails and sidewalks. I enjoy the variety of things to see and do downtown, but I’m happiest when I am sitting on the rocky shore viewing the city from afar.
It’s funny how all these years I thought of myself as someone who was born to live in a city, a real city slicker. Looking through my collection of photos from the last year or so, it’s clear that I am still a country girl at heart. I always have been and always will be.
All my photos are taken with my iphone 5 in Tommy Thompson Park, Toronto, Canada.