“Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.” An old friend from Blackpool, England recited this one-liner with such eloquence in his amusing English accent. That was many years ago. Today, the words still hold true to the message that people see only what they want to see.
When I tell people that I am from Scarborough, most of the time I get unflattering remarks from those who don’t live in this east end of Toronto. They somehow equate Scarborough to all of the undesirable elements of crime that are unfairly sensationalized by the media.The opposite of the matter is also disappointingly true. The beautiful places of Scarborough that I have captured in photographs are often unrecognizable. And surprisingly enough, there are some people who have lived in Scarborough since their childhood who would still find it difficult to believe that those photographs were indeed shot in their neighbourhood.
When I tell people that I am from Scarborough, most of the time I get unflattering remarks from those who don’t live in this east end of Toronto. They somehow equate Scarborough to all of the undesirable elements of crime that are unfairly sensationalized by the media.The opposite of the matter is also disappointingly true. The beautiful places of Scarborough that I have captured in photographs are often unrecognizable. And surprisingly enough, there are some people who have lived in Scarborough since their childhood who would still find it difficult to believe that those photographs were indeed shot in their neighbourhood.
