Toronto in November holds a particular kind of beauty, the kind that hides in the margins, waiting for someone patient enough to notice. Iris had been in the city for three weeks, long enough to learn the subway lines but not long enough to stop feeling like she was walking through someone else’s dream. The autumn fog had settled over the streets like gauze, softening the edges of unfamiliar buildings, and she found herself reaching for her camera more than her phone.
That’s when she posted it on Joiyin: Photography walk through Kensington Market. Tomorrow, 2pm. Bring a camera, any camera. Let’s find the strange and beautiful. Then she closed the app and tried not to think about whether anyone would show up.