Walking home today I found a box left by a garbage bin. It had old New Scientist magazines in it so I felt I ought to have a quick (nervous) rumage.
This strange collection of black and white prints were to be found. Some of them are holiday snaps, some of architecture in Toronto, some of a protest (my housemate thought around the G8 summit) and some of a jazz band.
An odd little view of a strangers world is now lying on my bed.