Stay warm
The sound seems to carry farther on cold mornings. Sharp little snapping sounds as shoes click along the floor, the odd bit of salt underfoot.
The sound seems to carry farther on cold mornings. Sharp little snapping sounds as shoes click along the floor, the odd bit of salt underfoot.
Queen Street, east of Yonge. A crowded streetcar on a cold Saturday afternoon offers respite from the biting wind.
Sunday morning at an unknown station.
Speeding Saturday Selfie.
A lone passenger at York University station. Empty trains, empty halls.
Morning rush on the platform at Spadina subway station.
Checking in, new and old-school. Seen at Bloor Station.
It’s much harder to capture these types of shots in Toronto now. The new trains don’t allow access to front/rear windows and old trains have glass that is dirty and etched from years of salt and dirt. But when they work out, these shots should be printed big.
From a trip to my old neighborhood.
A distinct splash of colour amidst the muted tones of Davisville station.
A Kipling-bound train arrives, while plenty of people wonder why someone is setting up a tripod to shoot into the mouth of the tunnel at the end of the platform.
From a cold night in Toronto, walking around the system and ending up in my old neighbourhood at Finch station. This shot is also my first post to Instagram. You can find me at GetInTheDistance.
A lone passenger departed a late night train at Finch station – the end of the line.
At the Rosedale subway station, an empty, salt-covered platform just before midnight in March.
A cold afternoon at St. Clair West. Update: Just by chance I posted this on the 60th Birthday of the Yonge subway. Thanks for all the shots. Well, and all the transit.
At Eglington Station.
The retro lights and tiles of Dupont Station.
A quiet Sunday on the West side of Toronto.
Warden subway station.
Turnstyles on the west side of the Museum station.