A digital camera slowly becomes an essential part of my life. It is as important as a pen and book to a diary writer, or a recorder to a reporter. It visually recorded my life since I started owning one, early in 2004. Since then, over 4000 pictures/video clips were taken. If a picture is worth a thousand words, that would be 4 million words, far more extensive than a thick novel.

For almost 4 months now, my friend borrowed my camera for a trip, but hadn’t had a chance to return it yet. And I am suffering from "camera-deficiency syndrome". Symptoms include sweaty palms autonomously reaching for any gadget that includes a lens, or looking through the hole of a key chain as if composing a shot. During the past week, I finally laid my hands on a camera, for work. And I went crazy with it, like an addict acquiring a dose after a long long time. Snapping pictures randomly, some of which are, of course, unrelated to work. And here are those random ones, taken near and in York Mills subway station.