Tag: TTC

Above the Subway

I’ve always found the outdoor/above ground subway stations in Toronto fascinating, especially ones (like Rosedale station below) on the oldest part of what is now called Line 1.

Voigtlander Bessa R2M, 35mm/f.17 Voigtlander Ultron lens
Kodak TMax 100

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Surreal

The bus stop where I catch the bus to work every day is in front of an apartment building, and sometimes discarded furniture is found in the general area. For the last few days this old vinyl chair has been sitting at the stop, almost inviting people to have a seat waiting for the bus. This morning at 5:45 am it was covered in frost.

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Taken with iPhone 6+ and Hipstamatic app

Is This It?

On the bus, going to work in the dark at 6:30 in the morning. I so often see the hollow fatigue of those around me. Are they wondering if this is the totality of their existence?

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iPhone, Hipstamatic App

 

A Bus Full of Students

On the bus coming back from the office today at stop what seemed like two dozen students got on. Always talking, always laughing. I now have an iPhone 6+ to go with my Android (thanks to my day job) so I can use the Hipstamatic app again 🙂

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Two Images, One Story

As I write this post, the anger and revulsion is raw from the murders in Paris today. Two images I took on the bus ride home from work today seemed to resonate, and in at least one sense contrast today’s hateful tragedy.
This first image is of someone who was having an animated conversation with (or was talking at) the person sitting opposite him on the bus. I had my headphones on, and listening to music too loud as normal, so I could not hear what he was saying.

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The second picture is of two young women who were sitting nearby in the bus. I noticed the woman speaking to the man, and something made me take of my headphones. She was accusing him of saying something racist, and he was denying it, as he was getting off the bus at his stop.

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What was interesting was that the young woman made her views know respectfully, and politely. She did not raise her voice or engage in any abusive language. For his part, the main whom she accused, while denying her accusation likewise did not become abusive or threatening. While they could not complete their discussion, it was hard for me not to believe (or at least hope) that they might have been able to eventually reach some kind of understanding. I was especially impressed by the behaviour, actions and bravery of the young woman. Hers is the face of a future where racism and intolerance could be tossed on history’s ash heap.