The Story of Canada’s Black Railway Porters

As white people including myself who are privileged in a society that's a direct product of racist and colonialist practices and biases, must hold ourselves accountable and recognize oppression faced by Canada's Black community. This means listening to and elevating narratives told by Black storytellers about how racialized Canadians withstood and fought back against racist…

Seasons of Philosopher’s Walk: Winter

Here is the last of my seasonal photo series of Philosopher's Walk. We've had a late start to winter for this year with mild temperatures from Christmas onward. Last Saturday, a fresh 15 cm dumping of snow blanketed the city. And it appears to be making a stay - at least long enough for me…

This Lake Rocks! A Paleo-Portrait of Prince Edward County

When there's a need to escape the city for a quiet place with family, my boyfriend and I head to the beaches and vineyards of Prince Edward County. Not to be confused with Canada's tiniest province, PEC is an island on the eastern shores of Lake Ontario, halfway between Toronto and Ottawa. Perhaps once Ontario's…

Casa Loma: The Story of Henry and the House on a Hill

Nestled on a hill lies a mysterious castle within Toronto's Annex, overlooking bustling cafes, museums and university campuses. Passersby at Spadina Road and Dupont Street would turn their heads, puzzled and enamored at the grey turrets poking out of the trees before commencing their school commute. Surrounded by aged, heritage homes, the castle's imposing nature…

Seasons of Philosopher’s Walk: Autumn

Most of us see autumn as a time of change - at least I do. From the slow shedding away of old things and welcoming new challenges ahead like the impending cold and darkness of winter. The first step towards regeneration. Although we generally liken spring to life and rebirth, here in Philosopher's Walk, everything…

Seasons of Philosopher’s Walk: Spring

"During spring, the stream that once ran through the site would have been teeming with wildlife and native fisherman would have lined the hooks with gill nets and fish weirs to partake of this bounty. For them, the stream would have been a sacred place - a place of powerful and audible spirits." *  …