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Where the lakers play

I’ve spent years exploring Toronto’s western shore. It’s the people and their thirst for connection that keep bringing me back

Photography and writing by Tommy Keith
The Globe and Mail
Alba, a regular on the Toronto lakeshore, reclines on her favourite tree. She told me that since the tree fell down, a few weeks earlier a beaver has been busy at work eating the willow bark. I saw the beaver later that week out paddling near the boats. Probably waiting for me to leave so he could get back to it.
Alba, a regular on the Toronto lakeshore, reclines on her favourite tree. She told me that since the tree fell down, a few weeks earlier a beaver has been busy at work eating the willow bark. I saw the beaver later that week out paddling near the boats. Probably waiting for me to leave so he could get back to it.

Tommy Keith is a photographer based in Toronto. His work has been exhibited internationally and featured in publications including The New York Times and Vogue Italia. His book Don’t Forget to Wave was a finalist for three international photobook awards.

There’s a short stretch of Toronto’s public waterfront that’s easy to miss. Tucked between the private grounds of the exclusive Boulevard Club and Branch 344 of the Royal Canadian Legion, it is also hemmed in by Lakeshore Boulevard, the Gardiner Expressway and rail lines to the north.

This area is disconnected from the continuous flow of the nearby Sunnyside Beach promenade, which has allowed it to evolve into a rare and vital sanctuary. Further to the west, the mouth of the Humber River offers a similar haven.

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I’ve been photographing in and around this part of the lakeshore for two years, and while there’s a beauty to the water and shady foliage, it’s the people who drew me here. The hidden little pockets they can claim as their own – whether sharing a beer with a close friend, swimming with family or escaping the city for a breath of fresh air.

The human connections I make are significant to me and to my work, and so I always try to photograph people in a meaningful and respectful way, always asking them if they’re interested in having their picture taken. Sometimes it’s a fleeting encounter, but once I set up my light and start shooting it can also morph into an extended hang out where we talk, drink, or listen to music.

I’ve come to realize that the reality I’m attempting to reflect is far more complicated than anything a single picture can represent. There’s a mix of people from all walks of life who are drawn to this spot, each with a different story about what brought them here. Some have steady jobs at the Boulevard Club or Palais Royale, a nearby venue, while others sporadically live here, in boats or in tents. Some are here to celebrate, others to grieve, but everyone is looking for some kind of connection or to express themselves in some way.

I’ve photographed Linda several times., I routinely bump into her, often with her partner Alex, on my walks. She has just batted a rock into the lake for Precious to chase, but Precious is looking for snacks to steal in between home runs, which is not looked kindly upon.
I met JD near EB Cox’s sculptures, ‘Garden of the Greek Gods.’ It was a much sunnier day than it seems in the photo. We talked about the depressing rent prices in Toronto and other housing problems. When JD asked what they should do for the photo, I said I don’t know, but these pink roses are cool. We laughed.
One of the many birthday celebrations near the beach west of the pool at Sunnyside. Prime picnic tables for BBQing and having a party can be found here between the playground and the splash pad.
Tattiana with family. Looking back, this picture was taken on the same night as the birthday party. There was a lot of celebration that night, something must have been in the air.
There’s a slew of rocks off the boardwalk just west of Palais Royale where people go to be undisturbed. It’s perfect for a group hang. These two are with their other friends Mantis and Zephyr.
Matty, Skitzo, Kimberly, Dennis and Rachelle sharing some laughs beside the multi-use path that runs along Lakeshore Boulevard. It was a hot and humid day, and Rachelle’s red hair reminded me of fire.
Jerome, Cal, and Robert playing a game of dominoes in the frisbee park. It had been roughly a year since I had photographed them last, and we reminisced about how we drank beers under the bridge after a rainstorm. After some heated rounds of dominoes, we played some glow-in-the-dark frisbee.
A group of science hobbyists working on a prototype for their LED light water bubble on the rocky shore of Ontario Place. Properly known as a Zorb Ball, it is tethered to the shore with yellow rope, and there's a timer for the oxygen.
When I waded into the water with my camera and light to join these two and the guys they were swimming with they all thought I was crazy. For a lakeshore with so many beaches, there are surprisingly few people swimming.
I’ve come to learn that Henryk’s a regular at the outdoor gym near the tennis courts. I saw him walking along the bridge when I was driving home from work and grabbed my camera equipment. I caught up to him and, sure enough, he was doing his exercises. I was mesmerized by his hair.
A fleeting encounter with Evie and her friend on the rocks near the mouth of the Humber River is one of many similar moments I've witnessed of people enjoying simple pleasures. Sharing a watermelon with a friend can brighten up a gray day. Sometimes an ice-cream truck will park nearby.
At the mouth of the Humber River with music playing from his Bluetooth speaker, Dakota found the perfect tucked away hangout to enjoy a bong rip. At first he didn't want his picture taken, but after I showed him other photos I'd done, he wanted in.
Fireworks on Canada Day. I think there was some confusion on his end of what kind of firework he was holding. He held it like a roman candle at first, but when it nearly exploded in his hand he jumped and dropped it. It was a close call and he walked away with only minor burn marks on his shirt and hands, and an exciting photo.
It was a rare moment that the gate was open to the tennis courts so I walked over to say hi. I didn’t see the rainbow from afar, but once I made it to the guys, the sun hit the water spray just right. There was something magical as they went about their work in silence, methodically watering the court as the rainbow followed them.

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