Sometimes light falls on things in a fleeting moment. The subtlety of the moment can be so quick and startling that you suspect it was placed in front of you just so you’ll open your eyes and see.
The last couple of days I've not taken particularly good pictures. So that makes me feel a little freer to play with contrast and light. Real photographers do this with lenses, stops, apertures and stuff. I do it with software. I play with the dials until a picture looks pretty to me. Humour me; it's fun.
Here's what a quick search of ol' Hugh MacLean on Adelaide Street dug up. Another little tug at the heart thinking about the buildings being razed on Adelaide Street these days.
345 Adelaide Street, Toronto.