There’s something about the cold winter air in downtown Toronto that sharpens the senses. The streets bustle with people hurrying between buildings, the sound of car tires crunching over slushy snow, and the golden glow of office lights reflecting on glass surfaces. On this particular day, I set out for another street photography session, camera in hand, looking to capture the essence of the city in winter.
But before I even took my first shot of the day, I stumbled upon an unexpected opportunity—a self-portrait.
Standing in front of a reflective glass window, I caught my own image staring back at me: bundled up in my Helly Hansen parka, scarf snug around my neck, my Poke hat perched playfully on my head, and my camera poised for action. The reflection wasn’t just of me, but of the environment itself—the towering office building behind, the snowy sidewalks, and the blurred movements of pedestrians. The moment felt like the perfect representation of what it means to be a street photographer: part observer, part participant in the city's ongoing narrative.
I didn’t set out to take a self-portrait, but that’s the beauty of street photography—you capture what the city gives you. The raw, unfiltered moments that tell a story, whether of the people walking by or the photographer behind the lens.
After snapping this shot, I continued my journey through downtown, weaving through the Financial District, making my way toward the hidden alleyways and street corners that often hold the most interesting stories. The streets are never dull; there’s always something to document, from the patterns of melting snow to the unique characters that make up the urban landscape.
This self-portrait serves as a reminder that every photo walk is an opportunity to see the city from a different perspective—even if, sometimes, that perspective includes yourself.
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