I love my home town of Toronto, but am more than ready to admit that it can be a little boring…a victim of our Presbyterian legacy, a city of Scottish bankers. In most neighbourhoods, the sidewalks roll up around 9pm and everyone disappears into their homes until morning.
But as remarkably quiet as many neighbourhoods are, there are small pockets of creativity throughout the city…and often, they are found in the back alleys behind stores, homes and even those staid banks.
While coming home from Staples/Business Depot earlier today, I snatched these few pockets of colour in the city’s east end.
Wonder if this is Jarus’s self-portrait
A sufferer of rosacea
Enter the dragon…by the back door
Daffy and Porky set a bad example for the kiddies
For other bursts of creativity and colour in Toronto, see also:
