when i met jimmy boy, he didn’t seem to be in a good place. and as i was talking to him he brought out this necklace that he was cradling. he kept positioning so i could see it. i thought he wanted me to take a picture of his artwork. i asked him if he made it. jimmy boy then proceeded to tell me about his friend that had been electrocuted two weeks earlier. the necklace belonged to that friend. he was very gruff, noting that the actions hadn’t been the brightest. it was obvious that he was lost and consumed by the accidental death of his long time friend.
cold nights are coming
i finally found bobby awake! bobby (left) is not looking forward to the cold nights at all. i’ve visited his spot numerous times, same church, same bench and he’s always been napping, and sunday morning i was pleasantly surprised find him awake. he’s from toronto, grew up in parkdale.
james is just a few months clean of methodone. he used to build communication devices for towers. 7 years ago doctors made a huge mistake that messed up his life. he’s 50 years old. trying to get a job and get his life back together. he says everyone asks to take his picture, and was thrilled to pose.
street artist in the making
this guy is from saskatchewan, Kyle Raymond Bear. he was doing bead work on his jacket. i’d love to see the finished product. this was his first day out doing his beading, said he’d forgotten how much he’d liked it back in school. another on of kyle’s artistic interests is drawing. he’s currently staying at a shelter close by. i hope he enjoys toronto and finds his niche. maybe someone can set him up to go to art school.
those we see and yet we don’t: DP V proposal
intro
every day we walk the streets of toronto. intent in our little cocoons of life. our lives brush others for the briefest of moments. there are individuals we purposely avoid, fearful of their requests and needs. those who wander the streets with no fixed address. we hurry past, shrinking from their requests, anxious that they might expect something from us.
objective
i intend to produce a collection of images to introduce some of these people to you, the viewers. since i’ve had very little exposure in shooting people, i hope to become more comfortable in approaching people to photograph, and practice capturing personality and emotions in my photography.
stay tuned…
let me introduce…..
terrance. he’s from Montreal. lived near mcgill. been here since jan 2010. says he just bought the cn tower and will be moving in shortly. asked me for a cigarette. would not accept money from me. interesting. seemed happy to chat and wasn’t the least bothered.
and then the pen seller. she was a little more guarded and shy. didn’t want to talk much. so i couldn’t get her name. however in the end i gave her a bit of money and she insisted that i take some pens. and was adamant that she didn’t take money, rather that she was selling pens.
monday mahem
so monday i finally went out after lunch to do some photography. was turned down by a street woman to take her pic, last thing sunday, so i was a bit worried that this might be harder than i thought.
enter grant. grant seemed unlikely to even be able to respond. he was pacing back and forth. i found him in nathan phillips square. i sat on bench near his belongings and then he actually sat down. so i went over and said hi and asked if i could take his pic.
he responded with an enthusiastic: sure! he seemed genuinely pleased for being asked. and then we talked for a bit. he’s new to toronto from saskatchewan. is amazed how out of the blue someone will stop to chat with him and says it really restores his faith in humanity. he was very polite, friendly and outgoing.
first day out
ok, so i decided 2 use this week 2 see if i could actually get any photos of street people. b4 i submit my proposal/intention, i need 2 see if my objective is actually achievable.
so sunday morning i ventured out 2 st.lawrence market area. there are parks in the churches around there where i might find appropriate subjects.
in st. james park @ jarvis and king, there were lots of normal people and a few sleeping homeless. there were one or 2 street people. i walked by some of them a few times but didn’t have the nerve 2 go talk.
i went 4 coffee instead. on the way 2 coffee walked by the biagio italian restaurant and took some pics. maybe i might want 2 do architecture.
after coffee. i walked up to moss park. lots of street people. but in groups. a bit intimidating. i approached a lone person and started chatting.
henry from guyana. fave food is raw nuts and ripe bananas. just wants a plot of land to cultivate and grow his own food. believes in god, that gods son was with him cause he needed help to create the world. and believes that god is a spirit and that’s why you cant see him. henry didn’t want his picture taken cause he fears there are a lot of people out to get him. asked if he could live with me. i politely declined. he said maybe next time he’d let me take his picture.
now i was starting 2 feel like this might not work. went 2 eaton centre 2 have lunch and reasses my strategy. after lunch thought i’d check trinity square. u never know. there i found george. he grew up in toronto in foster homes. has 6 brothers and 6 sisters. comments were very rude. calls himself Native Canadian. i asked what was in his bags but he never answered.
digital photo V
just started digital photo V @ GBC. our first and only project is to come up with an object/statement of what we plan to accomplish through a 15 photo presentation.
@ first i thought architecture, then i thought about passage of time sort of a beauty in all ages. but then thought it might be too hard to find kids to shoot. and then when i ask older people if i can shoot them, they might be offended at the age grouping i put them in.
my biggest challenge is portraiture, because then i’d have 2 actually ask people if i could shoot them. so thats why i thought something with people will allow me to challenge myself. that’s when i thought about street people. of course, not sure if this will be too scary, or if any will allow me to shoot them.

















