today in Toronto

Curiosity and the cat.


Look up, ... way up.


Above in oblivion, lines meshed together, like people and buildings.


Concrete jungle or glass and steel menagerie, they laugh to see such folly.


Etched as if in relief, depictions of assumed value.


Eerie light takes a place full of people and removes everything but the bridge to nowhere.


Whatever you do, don't pass any tresses.


Look again, all is not as it seems.


Caught on the tv screen never seen but imagined.


The golden man stands along the streets.


Subtly integrated and separated secretly the division is never apparent.


Self portraiture manipulation creates the reflected image of a man of duration who has no substance.


Architecture battle sees time divided by lines.


Star pattern explained remains a mystery to those huddled to hear.


Patterned in faces we see the dream peel away with time.


A tourist I be with eye to see through the delusion.


Presenting texture in the form of packaged dreams.


If you were her moving without stirring would I catch your eye.


He sees the way I saw before with his brother down the road.


Caught in composition birds who are not pigeons.


Tree behind layered sky remains a symbol to the eye of family spreading as fast as it can die.