Death was imminent. I was sure of it. It was so humid that the word “air” could be used only sparingly. And it was so hot that there may as well have been an onion on my head and a tomato in my mouth: I was being roasted alive. The thermometer pegged the temperature at 72oC (162oF).
Toronto is one of my favourite cities in the world, and one I don’t visit nearly often enough. This shot, part of my ongoing TTC Series, was taken on the northbound platform of the Queen subway station.