A walk through Chinatown and Kensington Market, the streets are busy and alive with fruits, vegetables, and people. The urban lawns are vibrating with the incredible colours of the tulips, and daffodils.
Fascinated by Bucky’s balls. An endless source of contemplating magnetism as I pattern them into different shapes and designs. Looking closely at the magnets, I am drawn to the reflection shown in each magnet, the pattern goes fractal.
One of the last trees to fully bloom in our neighborhood. Radiant in the morning sunshine, the trees are blocked from the afternoon sun by a church. Memories of the rain forest flow as I photograph the tree. Remembrances of the spectacular diversity of life existing in a struggle for…
