“Photography is an art of observation. It has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.”
- Elliott Erwitt, Photographer (b 1928)
This is the second of two blog posts about wandering. Spoiler alert: there will likely be more in the future. After all, one of the great joys of photography for me is the simple act of wandering.
Newmarket: a dynamic community of 85,000 souls located 50-odd kilometres north of Toronto. It is an amalgam of ‘FOOFS’ – fine old Ontario families – and a real-estate-hungry influx of Toronto commuters. As they like to say in Newmarket, it’s the best of two worlds: close to the big city, while retaining the ambience of a small town. It is, after all, proud of its status as a town, not a city.
On Thanksgiving Saturday, Bill and I drove to Newmarket to have lunch with a quilting friend of Bill’s from Newfoundland. After a fine lunch at The Maid’s Cottage (recommended, by the way) on Main Street, I left Bill and his friend to talk quilts and life while I wandered the downtown core for an hour. What fun! It was a visual smorgasbord.
I hope you enjoy the resulting photos.