I took this hand held photo outside of Union Station in Toronto during, as my former teacher Thatcher Cook called it, the blue sixty – the sixty minutes after the sun goes down when the sky is still giving off some light. The white light in the sky is a spotlight, something you can see in the sky almost every night in Toronto for some reason.
Another variation below.
“As for you, fellow independent thinker of the Western Bloc, if you have anything sensible to say, don’t wait. Shout it out loud right this minute.”
Grace Paley, Enormous Changes at the Last Minute, “Faith in the Afternoon” page, 31
