In an alley off Queen St. West.
So when my wife and I went away the other week, we were only supposed to be staying the weekend. My mum had been in the hospital for the previous two weeks preparing to have a long-standing (and still as yet, undetermined) bowel problem looked in to, and we went up to visit her and give my sister a break from looking after the pets.
Unfortunately things didn't end up quite so simple. By Sunday, my mum was feeling incredibly weak. It was decided to transfer her to Peterborough (a larger, and much better equiped hospital), so she could be directly under the care of her specialist.
Well, no sooner had she arrived than she's moved to the ICU. The next thing I know, she's been diagnosed with severe pneumonia and in critical condition. By Sunday evening she's on a ventilator. It all happened so fast, it was surreal. It was hard to believe, even harder to watch. It was touch-and-go there for a while, and I really thought we were going to lose her. I was a nervous wreck.
Well, cut to Thursday of this week and she's improved enough that they've taken her off the ventilator and she's once again breathing on her own. It's still a long road ahead for her, but she's slowly making progress. She's improving every day, and I'm thankful for that. But needless to say, photography has pretty much been the last thing on my mind over the past couple of weeks.
Konica Centuria 100, 19mm Focal Length.
