Was out Sunday afternoon with my camera and, dull weather notwithstanding, people were chattier than usual. Maybe it has to do with the approach of Christmas. Or with the fact that Christmas is still far enough away that people aren’t feeling stressed by it.
At Sherbourne and Wellesley, I met a woman waiting for the bus. She said her name is Rhiannon, like in the Fleetwood Mac song. But not a witch. She laughed. She was headed up to the rink at North York Civic Centre.
On Bond Street north of Dundas, Scott posed for a photo. It was important to him that I get the Tim Horton’s sign in the background. He says I can find him in front of the Tim Horton’s every day; he’d like it if I could print off a copy of the photo for him so he can stick it in an album he keeps. The Ryerson Image Centre is just across the street so I expect a lot of people take his photo.
Finally, a brief encounter at Yonge and Wellesley. Not even enough time to exchange names. Just a tap on the shoulder while we’re waiting for the light to change. “I like your hat. Mind if I take a shot?” I raise my camera. He smiles and says “Sure.” A quick shot, then the light turns green and he’s gone.
