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City Life

Pandemic Skating in Nathan Phillips Square

It’s interesting to compare public skating pre- and post-vaccine. Last year, people were skating before we had secured any vaccines. That meant that protocols were overly cautious. The city allowed only 25 people on the ice at a time while others waited in line behind a fence. When those 25 people had finished their skate, marshals directed them to a separate area where they could take off their skates. Only after the ice had been cleared did the marshals allow the next batch of 25 onto the ice. After the people in the changing area had left that space, the marshals went over and disinfected the benches. It was a slow process, and even though the city got to say that skating was open to the public, in practical terms, almost nobody got to skate.

This year, it’s different. We know that transmission happens almost exclusively by aerosols, so disinfecting benches is a waste of time. We also know that the risk of infection outdoors is low, so going maskless in wide open spaces isn’t such a big deal. As a result, people are moving more freely through Nathan Phillips Square this year. Even so, there are obvious signs that we are still in pandemic times. The band-aid in the final “O” of the Toronto sign reminds people to get vaccinated. A sign of the times?

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City Life

I love the smell of urine in the morning

During the Covid-19 pandemic, I’ve developed a theory. I call it Dave’s Law, although I don’t expect it will ever make me famous. It goes like this: there is a direct relationship between infection rates and the presence of homeless people on city streets.

There may be any number of reasons for this:

For instance, when infection rates go up, more people work from home. While this doesn’t mean the number of homeless people goes up, it does mean that homeless people account for proportionately more of the people moving through public spaces, and so they are more visible.

Another reason may have to do with the possibility that the number of homeless people really is going up. With each spike in infection rates, the precariously employed and the precariously housed become increasingly vulnerable. The government can offer all the assistance it likes, this is only a band-aid approach to more fundamental issues. As many have observed, the Covid-19 pandemic has exposed fundamental flaws in the way we organize ourselves as social beings.

Every morning, as I walk through our city streets, I smell the consequences of our flawed approach.

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Street Photography

No One in the Streets

Early days of the pandemic: news reports from all over the world said there was no one in the streets. Thanks to lockdowns, urban cores had been hollowed out. Everything fell silent. In my hometown (Toronto), I walked the streets to see for myself if they were as empty and quiet and the news reports said they were.

It reminds me of an episode from Lewis Carroll’s Through The Looking Glass. The White King wants to know where his messengers have gone and asks Alice to look for them. We end up with this exchange:

“Just look along the road, and tell me if you can see either of them.”

“I see nobody on the road,” said Alice.

“I only wish I had such eyes,” the King remarked in a fretful tone. “To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance, too! Why, it’s as much as I can do to see real people, by this light!”

That, in turn, sends me back to an even earlier example of the same game. It’s the exchange between Odysseus and Polyphemus, the cyclops:

“‘Cyclops, you ask my name and I will tell it you; give me, therefore, the present you promised me; my name is Noman; this is what my father and mother and my friends have always called me.’

“But the cruel wretch said, ‘Then I will eat all Noman’s comrades before Noman himself, and will keep Noman for the last. This is the present that I will make him.’

After Odysseus gets the giant drunk and pokes out his eye, Polyphemus cries out to all the other cyclopes.

“… [S]o they gathered from all quarters round his cave when they heard him crying, and asked what was the matter with him.

“‘What ails you, Polyphemus,’ said they, ‘that you make such a noise, breaking the stillness of the night, and preventing us from being able to sleep? Surely no man is carrying off your sheep? Surely no man is trying to kill you either by fraud or by force?’

“But Polyphemus shouted to them from inside the cave, ‘Noman is killing me by fraud; no man is killing me by force.’

“‘Then,’ said they, ‘if no man is attacking you, you must be ill; when Jove makes people ill, there is no help for it, and you had better pray to your father Neptune.’

“Then they went away…

I wandered the city streets, but I couldn’t find no one anywhere.

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Street Photography

Great Advice Pays Off

Sleeping on a warm vent at King & Bay, Toronto

Capturing a moment of cognitive dissonance is like shooting fish in a barrel. A lot of times, I barely notice how one element of a photograph is at odds with another element. In this instance, I noticed a man lying on a vent in the heart of Toronto’s financial district and thought I should capture the moment as part of an ongoing effort to document the obvious rise of homelessness during the pandemic. It wasn’t until I got home that I noticed the sign overhead: Great advice pays off. There is an obvious incongruity between the tagline of a financial institution and a man with no more security than the coat over his head.

We used to call this sort of thing cognitive dissonance, but I don’t think the world has much use for that term anymore. The idea of cognitive dissonance used to be that we could throw competing values into the same space to produced a radical clash. This was a strategy that critics could deploy to expose a lie. Now, there are a lot of disillusioned critics wringing their hands and wondering why bother when we live in a post-truth world. Never has this been so evident than in the age of Trumpism which has ushered in a celebration of alternative facts, narratives unhinged from referents in the real world, and a willingness to stare lies squarely in the face and adopt them as truths.

Trump didn’t invent any of this, of course. He merely honed it into an art. Before him, there was Bernie Madoff who sold Ponzi schemes as legitimate financial practices, and George W. Bush who continued to rationalize a war with a lie even after the lie had been exposed, and before Bush there was Thatcher who insisted that the deregulation of financial markets would make life better for working class men and women even as misery spread all around her.

We don’t even wink anymore. We don’t even worry that a revelation will ruin our career. We’ve grown so inured to the lies that we face them straight on and continue on our way, as I did when I saw this lie and set up the shot without even thinking about it.

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City Life

Coming and Going

Man pushes a hand truck loaded with boxes through a blast of steam from a vent in the road.

Thanks to the Covid-19 pandemic, the world is fraught with supply chain issues, a concern as the holiday shopping frenzy takes hold. We hear stories of goods sitting for weeks in shipping containers. I wanted to buy flowers for friends but when I visited the local florist, I found the shelves picked bare. All that remained were a few unwanted plants with their withered leaves, a sight that filled me with sadness. My wife tells me that, at her office, they’re running low of the usual supplies, paper, staples, sticky tabs, that sort of thing. Bars can’t offer exotic drinks for the holidays because delivery of liqueurs like Compari and Schnapps is delayed by up to six weeks.

So it’s a surprise to watch a guy push a hand truck loaded with boxes. Evidently, not all supply chains are created equal. The gears of commerce still grind on. Minutes later, the same guy passes through my frame minus his boxes. He’s like Santa Claus, and somewhere up the street, a local retailer is dancing a jig.

Speaking of Santa Claus, I wonder how the man in red manages supply chain issues for his workshop. Is he going to be skimping on his deliveries this year? Or does he have a dedicated pipeline to source materials?

Man pushes an empty hand truck through a blast of steam from a vent in the road.
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Street Photography

Extinction Rebellion

A protester carrying a flag blocks Bloor Street East between Sherbourne & Huntley, Toronto

Went to the gym and when I went back upstairs to shower, somebody was setting up in the road below, testing a megaphone. I could see the Extinction Rebellion flags. After my shower, I found my daughter had arrived and she wondered why police were blocking off the street at Sherbourne to the east and Huntley to the west. The last time they did this, they detonated a suspected bomb in front of our building.

The guy with the megaphone had moved into the middle of the street along with maybe ten other people. They weren’t making much noise but they were disrupting traffic along Bloor Street. I ate my lunch then got ready to go out. My plan was to walk up Yellow Creek to St. Clair and pop in to Book City to buy a Christmas gift for my mom.

I packed my camera bag with a view to taking macro shots in Yellow Creek, but when I got downstairs, realized the Extinction Rebellion people presented a different kind of opportunity. I paused to pull out my camera while a passing woman yelled at them in her prim English accent: “Get a life! You don’t even understand what you’re protesting. Do some research.” A girl holding a flag bore the yelling with equanimity and smiled at a second girl, another of the protesters. Meanwhile, three men engaged with a passerby who seemed sympathetic to the cause. They stood by a ladder that straddled the centre line and supported flags and signs. I approached the girl and asked if she’d mind me shooting some photos. She said that was fine but pulled up her mask with its discreet message: “Fuck the RCMP.” I observed that the pandemic was convenient that way, giving the protesters an extra reason to conceal their identities. I shot quickly, then headed for Yellow Creek.

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Street Photography

Twitter to remove images posted without subject’s consent

Woman pushes bundle buggy along the sidewalk on Toronto's Bloor Street West.

In an article posted December 01, 2021, the BBC reports that Twitter has rejigged its terms of use: it now reserves to itself the authority to remove images posted without consent of the people who appear in those images. Well, damn! There goes just about every image I’ve ever posted.

Recognizing that the headline announcing this change sounds a bit extreme, Twitter clarified that it is trying to address images that “harass, intimidate and reveal the identities of private individuals, which disproportionately impacts women, activists, dissidents, and members of minority communities”. This sounds all very laudable but forgive me if I treat these sentiments with skepticism. As a company with a market capitalization of 35 B, Twitter is in the business of making money, not of standing as a beacon of ethical conduct.

I have some thoughts:

1. The company that gave Donald Trump a platform to vault himself to the American presidency where he trumpeted thousands of lies claims that its TOS tweaks are meant to improve the quality of public discourse. Twitter has said that it will not remove an ostensibly offending image “if a particular image and the accompanying tweet text adds value to the public discourse, is being shared in the public interest, or is relevant to the community”. That is laughable, not because of Donald Trump and not because of the pornography that sprouts like mushrooms on Twitter, but because by definition nothing that happens on Twitter is public discourse.

Like all social media, Twitter is the virtual equivalent of POPS (privately owned public space). Since the rise of Thatcherism and Reaganomics—or neoliberalism, if you prefer—successive governments in all Western democracies have sold off public spaces to private interests. Often, now, what we take to be a public square, is in fact owned by a private entity which has no obligation to honour constitutionally entrenched rights like freedom of expression and freedom of the press. This was a hard lesson the Occupy movement learned when private security forces turfed protesters from public parks that turned out to be not so public after all.

One possible solution is government regulation. There is no reason a government can’t stipulate what kinds of speech/images Twitter can and can’t curtail. However, given the West’s laissez faire approach to multi-billion dollar corporations, I have low expectations here.

2. I am a street photographer and street photography habitually makes photographs without consent. Most street photographers practice their craft with benign intent. They observe/document/engage/critique the way people interact with built environments. At their best, they pose questions about what it means for us to function as social beings. At their best, they bolster our social memory. They help us understand who we are and who we might become. It would be a mistake to surrender the determination of our social memory to functionaries who work in the overweening shadow of the profit motive. We would lose our memory by increments, like a person in the early stages of dementia, hardly noticing the changes. But a decade or two later it would strike us: the utter vacuity of what remains.

3. A Twitter spokesperson states: “We’ve been complying with Right to Privacy laws in various countries since 2014, and this is really an expansion of those protections to everyone on Twitter”. Like most conversations about rights these days, people omit to mention that rights are not absolute, but are limited by competing rights and responsibilities. Determining the limits to a right falls to governments, not corporations. In Canada, where I live, and in most Western democracies, photographers have the right to shoot without consent where the subject has no reasonable expectation of privacy. This is not an absolute right, but in most circumstances it serves as a good guideline. As long as it remains the law of the land, it is the guideline I will follow, and if Twitter doesn’t like that, then maybe it should take the matter up with my country’s government. What it shouldn’t do is conduct itself as if this is a private contractual matter between Twitter and me.

4. One possible solution is to do what I do here. I own this space, so I’m not subject to the whims of other private interpretations of what does and does not stand in the public interest. Unfortunately, no one can find me here in this backwater of the internet because searchability has be relegated to an even bigger private concern—Google—which, with its market capitalization of 2.48 T, is 70 times the size of Twitter and large enough that it is effectively immune from government regulation.

Freedom of expression doesn’t stand a chance, does it?

Man walks past Christmas windows at The Hudson's Bay, Queen Street West, Toronto
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Street Photography

Signs of the Extinction Rebellion

Woman walks past a sign advertising retail space for a flagship store.

By the intersection of Buchanan & Sauchiehall, a large poster advertises a retail opportunity for a flagship store. Two women walk past, apparently unconcerned, one wearing headphones, the other staring at her smart phone. As a photographer, my primary interest lies in the fact that the pavement is wet and offers a nice reflection of the colours in the poster. It isn’t until later, much later, two and half years later to be precise, that I notice the Extinction Rebellion logo spray painted onto the poster.

Personally, I don’t like aggressive activism. I avoid confrontation and prefer reasoned debate. That may have more to do with my personality that with my view of the Extinction Rebellion’s tactics. However, I do feel a change within myself and wonder how long before I see aggressive activism as the only path forward. When debate turns to the livability of the planet and the future of my children well, then, it ceases to be a debate, doesn’t it?

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Street Photography

Shop Window on Glasgow’s Buchanan Street

Man adjusts a mannequin in a shop window on Buchanan Street, Glasgow

A man stands in a window display and adjusts the clothing on a mannequin. Reflected in the window, we see Buchanan Street, a pedestrian thoroughfare and one of the main shopping districts of Glasgow. Apart from a couple shops that sell tartan scarves and Scottish kitsch to the tourists, most of the shops here are what you find anywhere: Apple, Starbucks, Nespresso, Prada, Hermès, Omega, The North Face, Urban Outfitters, Victoria’s Secret, GapKids. Living as we do in a global marketplace, the idea of shopping on holidays seems silly. The supply chains that bring us these products have probably circled the globe several times already, then we purchase them and fly them another 5,000 km to bring them home with us. They hang in our closets. We wear them twice. Then, when we decide they make us look fat, we run them out to Value Village.

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Street Photography

Glasgow’s Merchant City

Woman with cup of coffee & cigarette walks through the Royal Exchange Square, Glasgow

A woman holding a cup of coffee and a cigarette walks through Glasgow’s Royal Exchange Square. A reversed sign in the archway tells me I’m in Merchant City. Thanks to a light drizzle, the pavement is wet and reflective. Although it’s mid-July, everyone wears a jacket because there’s a chill in the air. Welcome to Scotland!

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Public Art

Gallery Of Modern Art

Man smoking a cigarette walks past the Gallery Of Modern Art in Glasgow

Like most art galleries, museums, and historic sites in the UK, Glasgow’s Gallery Of Modern Art, GOMA, is free. When you walk through the front door to use the gallery’s washroom, you pass a statue of Arthur Wellesley, the first Duke of Wellington, on horseback and wearing a traffic cone on his head. When the Italian artist, Carlo Marochetti, completed the sculpture in 1844, it didn’t include a traffic cone. Someone added that later and it has become an essential feature. Inspired by the quality of whimsy that GOMA fosters, I found art in the plastic chairs and folded tables on the sidewalk outside. A man in a hoodie and smoking a cigarette completed the image.

Night time in front of the Gallery of Modern Art, Glasgow
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City Life

Think Before You Step Out

Sign on pole: "Think Before You Step Out."

I captured this image on Sauchiehall Street at its intersection with Renfield Street. Although Sauchiehall is pedestrian friendly, it still requires people to deal with vehicular traffic at intersections. Here, a visually challenged person waits to cross Renfield Street while a sign on the adjacent post states: “Think Before You Step Out.”

This is reminiscent of signage in my hometown, Toronto, where a spate of cycling deaths prompted the ironically named Vision Zero program. The city developed an advertising campaign directed at cyclists to take more care on busy urban streets. It has a lot in common with “blame the victim” rhetoric. It tries to persuade the most vulnerable people on the street that it’s their responsibility to take precautions for their own safety. Meanwhile, infrastructure continues to favour the least vulnerable people on the street i.e. the people driving vehicles.

But when a sign asks a blind person who cannot see the sign to think before they step off the curb, as if thinking has anything to do with it, we note the absurdity of the rhetoric. Drivers have responsibilities too, and maybe those responsibilities should be in proportion to the harm they can do.

Cop26 gives us an opportunity to rethink the role of vehicular traffic, especially in densely populated areas. Maybe we can rethink the rhetoric, too.

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Street Photography

Entrance to the Argyll Arcade

Argyll Arcade, Buchanan Street, Glasgow, Scotland

I don’t know what you call this person in his morning coat and top hat. A valet? A beadle? Whatever you call him, the way he stands with his legs crossed, he looks like he has 15 minutes left before his washroom break and is doing his best to hold it in. He is facing south to Argyle Street. To his back is the Argyll Arcade. I’m not sure why the distinction between Argyle and Argyll. Apparently, in linguistic terms, there is no difference. Maybe the people responsible for the Arcade’s signage ran out of the letter E.

Laying out a jewelry display in the Argyll Arcade, Glasgow
Laying out a jewelry display in the Argyll Arcade, Glasgow
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Street Photography

Street Scene in Glasgow

Pedestrians at the intersection of Mitchell and Gordon Streets in Glasgow

I’m standing at the intersection of Mitchell and Gordon Streets when a girl walks through the frame while a man smoking a cigarette approaches and gives me the evil eye. Or at least a vaguely suspicious glance.

One of the things I love about Glasgow is that, in the downtown area, there is a good selection of pedestrian-only streets. Sauchiehall, Buchanan, a portion of Argyle, the Royal Exchange Square. It makes these areas vibrant and safer. I wish my hometown would take a cue from this.

Another thing I love about Glasgow is that Glaswegians never leave you in doubt about what they think of you. They are honest. Some might say brutally honest. If Greta Thunberg decides to attend Cop26, she might find herself in a city full of kindred spirits. It’s a no-bullshit kind of town.

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Street Photography

A Stormtrooper Wears a Tartan

A stormtrooper wears a tartan.

The conventional story holds that the plaid twills (tartans) we see in Scottish kilts are a relatively recent development from the 17th century. However, archeological finds in China of all places suggest that Celts have been weaving tartans for at least 3,000 years. But the fashion may go back even further than that. George Lucas presents convincing evidence that tartans have been around since the early days of the Galactic Empire.

Have you ever noticed that there is no sex in Star Wars? It’s implied by family lineages and we get a whiff of it in Luke’s kiss with Leia. The only overt act in the whole series is more reminiscent of West Virginia sex between siblings. I suppose Leia as Jabba the Hutt’s sex slave implies a certain quality of sex at play in the background. We see a similar arrangement in Solo with Qi’ra, which suggests Han Solo has a “type”; he needs to rescue troubled women from enslavement by domineering men (though I’m not sure Jabba the Hutt qualifies as a man). Even so, we never have any good healthy romps in the bedroom. It all gets sublimated into shooting blasters and waving light sabres. I guess that explains why Disney was comfortable buying the franchise.