So there I was… Bob, street photographer, early riser (well… early-ish), rolling into Eglinton Flats Park just before the official start of what can only be described as The Great Toronto Egg Migration of 2026.
Now, most photographers show up during the event.
Not Bob.
Bob shows up before the chaos… when the story is still hiding in the bushes.
First thing I notice?
Silence.
Not the peaceful kind… the suspicious kind.
You know the kind of quiet where you just know in about 10 minutes there’s going to be 200 kids sprinting like it’s the 100m finals at the Olympics—but instead of gold medals, it’s plastic eggs filled with questionable chocolate.
And then I see them…
Eggs.
Everywhere.
Not just on the grass… oh no…
These volunteers got creative.
- Eggs tucked into tree branches like nature suddenly started decorating for Easter
- Eggs hidden in logs like woodland creatures are running a side hustle
- Eggs just casually sitting out in the open like, “Yeah… I’m not gonna last 30 seconds”
And Bob?
Bob starts documenting.
Because this… this is the calm before the storm.
Then I spot something even better…
Two little plastic bunny toys sitting on a log like they got there early too. Probably waiting for their friends. Or maybe they’re supervising the egg placement. Hard to say. Bob doesn’t ask questions—Bob takes photos.
And then I see them…
Three people in matching yellow shirts.
Not kids. Not hunters.
These are the real MVPs.
The setup crew.
The ones out here placing eggs, making sure every tree, log, and patch of grass is properly stocked for the incoming chaos.
Standing there like they just finished creating a masterpiece… and in about five minutes it’s going to be completely wiped out.
Bob’s thinking:
“These three just built the whole event… and nobody’s gonna remember them once the chocolate starts flying.”
I wander deeper into the park and it’s like a treasure map exploded.
Purple eggs. Yellow eggs. Blue eggs hanging from branches like modern art installations.
At one point I’m thinking:
“Is this an Easter egg hunt or did the Easter Bunny just panic and start throwing inventory everywhere?”
And then… the real moment.
The quiet is still holding.
But you can feel it.
Somewhere, just out of frame, kids are lining up… bouncing on their feet… waiting for the signal.
This isn’t a hunt.
This is tactical egg acquisition.
And Bob?
Bob is standing there with his camera thinking:
“In about five minutes… all of this disappears.”
Every egg.
Every carefully placed bunny.
Every quiet little scene.
Gone.
That’s the thing about street photography—and yeah, this counts.
It’s not always about the big moment.
Sometimes it’s about showing up just before everything happens.
Because once the chaos starts… the story changes.
But right before?
That’s where the magic is.
So yeah…
Bob got to Eglinton Flats early today.
Before the kids.
Before the running.
Before the great chocolate economy collapsed.
And honestly?
I think I got the better photos.
Because I didn’t just photograph the egg hunt…
I photographed the people who set it all up… and the seconds before it disappeared.
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