A while ago my sister came to visit me in Toronto. This resulted in hours spent in and out of town, and I was genuinely happy to share my time with her. I tried to make her stay as comfortable as possible. There were tons of pictures, of course, and after days of editing I was starting to regret taking my camera to almost every place we went to. Two months later she found a photo book called Memories of Toronto in her mail. There was joy in her voice when she called me that day, and I felt it was worth all the time I’ve spend on creating that book. I wish we would see each other more often.