in the lane
“Excuse me! What are you doing back here?!” A woman was yelling at me. “I'm taking pictures of the laneway. I like taking pictures of garages and stuff,” I explained. "Well, that’s dumb,” she informed me.
Dumb though it may be, I continue to be inspired by the city’s laneways. Toronto has over 250 km worth, and I’ve only explored a small fraction. I’m amazed at how the same laneway appears different depending on the time of day, season, direction I’m headed, or my frame of mind. No care has been taken to impress the neighbours here. The laneways are where people park their cars, can tomatoes, learn to ride a bike. Quiet spaces where neglect fosters wild growth and where layers of peeling paint create an accidental yet irresistible beauty.