It’s a surreal feeling.
One thing I really enjoy about Toronto is that you can disappear. You see so many people every day, but you don’t actually know them.
We all kind of coincidentally live together. And coexist.
One morning, Randy and I woke up to the most beautiful sunrise over the city. So we decided to go to the Island.
We saw a street called Omaha Avenue. Randy is from Omaha, Nebraska. We loved that. A couple days later we went back and did a photoshoot there.
Then we built a terrible bonfire on the beach, and had baguettes and brie. And drank wine.
The Island reminded me of when I lived in New Brunswick. And when I lived in the Yukon. It’s a little community there.
Where everyone knows their neighbour.
It’s a symbolic place for me. Of the blissfulness of being a kid. And at the same time, the beauty and tranquility of being older and wise.
I love that there’s that little escape in Toronto.
Thanks to Sara Anne for sharing her story. Check out her boudoir photos on Instagram.