“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.
