Some years ago I made a book called ¨Lost¨. It was a book of black and white pictures of old chairs left on the street. It was a way to say that there is beauty everywhere around us, even in what appears unattractive at first sight, and that every object - as well as every person - has a story to tell us if are ready to listen. I still see abandoned chairs on the streets that I walk, but now I just whisper to them a quick goodbye and don't take pictures. For this one in Toronto I made an exception.
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