High Park High

Because High Park is next on the list to join the rest of the city in its function as a dirty, smelly, communal waste bin, I figured I'd post some recently developed photos of high park when it was at its best: autumn.

Go out and enjoy the park, while you can.

Fear and loathing in a picture-perfect socialist metropolis

Long after my arrival home, I make my way to a photo lab. It only takes an hour to have the photos developed, but it took months to remember to drop off the canister. When I get back a stack of photos, I'm reminded why 35mm has its charm: you get to see your life in a beautiful grainy retrospect that can't be achieved in an instant.

In all honesty, I remember little more than how to focus a lens from my teenage photography classes. But I'm always pleased with what develops, anyways.

Below are some photos from my time in Paris, in all of their grainy goodness. Enjoy the afterglow. Cage in the tourists

The streets will take you where you've always been

A Canadian werewolf in Paris

Art is on the outside

The architecture of the outdoors

The girl in the red coat, to whom I'm forever grateful