When the people, places and events that once happened start to fade into nothing more than a nostalgic dream, you realize how fleeting time is and how precious each of those moments once were. Time, itself, is stolen from us by the trivialities of life – which is ironic because even if we had more time to live life, we would likely fill it with more trivialities. I know I make this mistake all too often rather than slowing down, taking a deep breath and just appreciating who we are, where we are, and the people that are there with us.

This was taken from a past life of mine in Kingston, Ontario from an island across my alma mater, Queen’s University. Those really were the best of times – there is really nothing as sweet as the endless innocence of youth.

To be perfectly honest, I’m not exactly sure if this was a church on Church St.! I truly think it was, but I must confess that all I remember was starting on Church St. to literally follow and photograph the churches of downtown Toronto… and Church St. does have some of the grandest of Torontonian churches. Along the way somewhere I captured this. So I guess for me, this is a church on Church St.