Had a chance to trek through the Leslie Spit trails this week. It was a beautiful day and a beautiful sky.
These swans came by to see what I was up to.
There were planes constantly flying past.
Swooping in for a landing on Toronto Island.
They flew right overhead, catching the rays of the setting sun.
The same sun was glancing across ground, turning everything to gold.
Even the stinky old city looked like a magical kingdom in the distance.