This pic came as a result of taking the longes walk of the year. There’s always been this hill between Dufferin and Keele that seemed sketchy to me. With good cause too, I think it’s the type of place I’d go if my car was stolen.

Or if I needed a stolen car.

I always said that if I took pictures of industrial garbage, added some tint and sharpened them I’d have an Attila-like shot. I’m obviously pretty ignorant.

It’s a table. There was another companion side-table as well, but I didn’t want to wake it.

These locks have been up in the park around from my house since school let out for summer. Obviously some defiant stance against institutionalism and how some feel trapped, or even locked in a system. Not me though, I’m cheap; I would have kept the locks.