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• Nights in the City

  Guestbook/ usmanimar/ Mar 21, 2016

  My image demonstrates the diversity demonstrated by the streets of Toronto. People from all walks of life travel across bridges, ride up the CN tower and down the roads rich of Canadian culture in Toronto. My blurry image demonstrates quick shots that may be taken by tourists in their rush to explore the city. The shakiness demonstrates the adventure a person can take in Toronto and how the lights constantly flicker, never standing still in their excitement. Toronto is the city of culture, music, art and discovery.

• Summer treats

  Guestbook/ cathrinepeckhm/ Feb 3, 2016

  Went exploring downtown Toronto this past summer and managed to snag some delicious ice cream along the way.

• Visit The World

  Guestbook/ Eric-GTS/ Mar 14, 2015

  Toronto: the biggest city in Canada comprised of about 2.5 million people in the city alone and about 5.5 million in the Greater Toronto Area. However, what matters is not the numbers of the size, it is the people, and Toronto is one of the most - if not the most - culturally diverse city in the world. It holds people from all corners the world in an accepting and delightful environment. Toronto is my home, and I am proud to live in such a wonderful city.
  
  The silhouette of the city in the image was entirely and personally hand-drawn digitally on a tablet. We see the city's horizon off Toronto's island with dazzling lights in a rainbow color array, representing the aspect of diversity in the city and its surroundings. The spotlights coming out of the outline are a symbol of hope, paradise and the freedom to reach for the stars and achieve the impossible. At the bottom of the drawing, the words “Visit the World” appear in stark contrast with the dark background, with the flames of two candles on the edges of the words, representing passion and wisdom.

• Clay and Gravel

  Guestbook/ Explore150/ Mar 12, 2015

  After sitting in a car for the 5 hours it took to get there, watching signs
  whip by and periodically nodding off, you’d roll through the provincial
  park’s front gates and feel the gravel road beneath you. The sound was
  crunchy and comforting.
  
  
  By some magic of your parents’ planning, you’d ended up here, this wild,
  mosquito-filled place.
  
  
  For my family, that place was Bon Echo.
  
  
  In about ten minutes, you had already transitioned from Toronto
  city-slicker to rabid wildchild - there were things to see, places to go!
  How could you be expected to hang around and unpack with all these
  wonderful things to do? Set up our tent?! That can wait.
  
  
  Alas, you had to stay. Frustrated, you rigged the tent and emptied the car,
  anticipation fiercely building all the while. You knew the drill – every
  year, there was a race. The four families started at the same time, and as
  soon as you were finished, you sprinted to the beach. The parents acted as
  ‘inspectors’ making sure you weren’t just quick; you were precise.
  
  
  There was this one section of beach on Lake Mazinaw that everyone knew
  about because of the thick clay settled at the bottom of the water. We’d
  dive to the bottom to see who could haul the biggest chunk up to the
  surface, depositing them on the sand.
  
  
  The stronger older kids were always better at it, but we sure as hell
  competed. An hour later, with a 4 foot pile of clay, we’d flop down on the
  beach and look at our handiwork. Kids from other families would walk over
  with wide eyes and wider grins, admiring what our team had done.
  
  
  Then came the body painting. We’d turn ourselves into tribal warriors,
  covering every inch of our bodies with clay, like a feral muddy blue-man
  group. We let out roars and acted out fight scenes. Somehow, nobody ended
  up losing.
  
  
  The clay escapades were a simple pleasure.
  
  
  You'd get this feeling at the end of it all, and it just lasted a moment;
  when you looked at your clay-caked arms and the war-paint mud on your best
  friend's face, you just felt right.
  
  
  You felt like you belonged, and it had nothing to do with your outside life.
  
  
  You felt animal.
  
  
  'Animal' doesn't mean violent, or aggressive per se - it just meant you
  finally were able to let go of all the other things that you care about and
  worry about and wonder about.
  
  
  It didn't matter what the future held, because you could handle it.
  
  
  The world around you made sense in an inherent, implicit way.
  
  
  
  
  
  There were more moments like that.
  
  
  Out in the huge field, stargazing for hours.
  
  
  Watching shooting stars by the rocky part of the lake’s shore at night.
  
  
  Hauling a canoe across land during a portage.
  
  
  Hikes alone when you’d slip away from the group.
  
  
  You didn't think - you just were.
  
  
  
  Thanks for that, Bon Echo.
  
  Originally submitted by Isaac Baronikian

• The Melting Pot

  Guestbook/ Bethany123/ Mar 1, 2015

  This picture represents one of the most inspirational cities in the world, based in Canada, the capital of Ontario, Toronto. My favorite definition of this city is “the melting pot”, meaning that it is a city of many different people with many different cultures from all over the world. It is a welcoming city that makes you feel safe and offers stability to meet other people and expresses one’s culture. I am proud to call this city my home.

• Canadian Nostalgia

  Guestbook/ Stephhh-101/ Feb 28, 2015

  While taking a stroll along the beach-side park path with my two closest friends I find myself overwhelmed by the feeling of nostalgia that overcomes me. Walking through the same trail every year while watching the fireworks on Canada Day and Victoria Day, coming here for annual field trips with my elementary school, celebrating birthdays while lounging around under blue skies, I realized in that moment just how special this path is to me. It holds significant moments in my life when I was honestly the happiest and feeling utterly grateful to have been born and raised in this Canadian region. And as we walk along with the September sun setting around us, I know that the nostalgia and pride I feel now won't be the only memories I make here. I am nostalgic, I am excited, I am proud... I am Canadian.

• Overlooking Toronto

  Guestbook/ samwise420/ Feb 28, 2015

  This photograph depicts the serine beauty that illustrates the unique and ever-expanding city that is Toronto. My Canadian identity can be reflected in this cityscape, as I hold the rural quality of Canada dear to my heart, however, I am equally infatuated with the city. I grew up on a farm overlooking Toronto, and I feel that this picture effectively captures Ontario's most intriguing city, as the CN Tower is shown traditionally recessed behind a series of lush, full trees and it showcases the older more rustic area of Bathurst and Dundas street.
  My aspirations are to become a successful illustrator living and working in the heart of Toronto, and I feel that this image not only foreshadows my future, but is relevant to my unique Canadian identity.
  
  Samantha Wise,
  Age 18, Durham Region, Oshawa

• Toronto

  Guestbook/ nsmiciklas/ Feb 26, 2015

  A city of possibilities ranging from Nathan Phillips Square, Osgoode Hall, and Toronto City Hall.

• One Page

  Guestbook/ SallyKim/ Feb 26, 2015

  This was interesting for me when i came to Canada. I came from Korea. In my country, the sky is very high and it is hard to see clean sky because of many high buildings, and polluted air. However, In Canada, i can see not only clean sky but also unlimited expanse of the sky. When i can see the, i feel comfortable and peaceful my mind.

• A silent moment in a busy city

  Guestbook/ mickayla123/ Feb 25, 2015

  The city is so busy usually, and in this peaceful moment I got the chance to pause and experience the beauty and peace. I live a busy life, like the downtown heart of Toronto. Constantly moving, and experiencing life to the fullest I can. This photo helps to represent the peace and beauty I find in everyday life when I get a chance to sit down and reflect on my life, and the day that has just passed. I go to a busy place to get inspired, for art, photography, ideas and many other things. I feel like this photo represents my connection with my country because I can reflect on this photo to view my life and the experiences I have had.