The Beaches, Toronto.
An event calling itself 'Style In Progress' took a day to repaint a lot of the graffiti in the Queen West alleyways. (They even used primer.) They painted over some amazing murals and replaced it with esoteric self-indulgent tagging. Maybe when my disappointment wears off, I'll see some value in their work... but it's been two weeks, and this is still the only one that I like.
This bird decided to spend the night on a fence post outside my back door, and wasn't about to budge. It was tagged and very tame.
"I reckon it wouldn't hardly do, Ben. You see, Aunt Polly's awful particular about this fence--right here on the street, you know--but if it was the back fence I wouldn't mind and SHE wouldn't."
Trinity Bellwoods Park, Toronto.
Situational Humour.
Construction hoarding, the Fashion District.
(You can also see stencil graffiti down in San Antonio)
When the wind is southerly, I know a hawk from a handsaw.
The Music Garden, Toronto.
Venue for the Mike Burwell Triathlon, Welland, Ontario.
The full series can be found at Point the Camera.
My fetching redhead, thinking about fetching a squirrel.
Kew Gardens, Toronto.
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