Behold, I give you the Tim Hortons cup. Empty.
Always fresh. Toujours frais.
They even come in a number of handy sizes, usually small, medium, large, and extra large.
They are found all over town, compositional elements splashed onto the urban canvas.
Some are carefully placed little art installations. They certainly didn’t get there on their own!
And others are willfully abandoned. Often left on their own. Alone. Empty. Lidless.
Sometimes they are found in groups. Carried away and then forgotten.
Sigh. The Tims cup. The omnipresent Tims cup.
One day I got tired of trying to decide whether or not to photoshop out a coffee cup that had been discarded on a sidewalk. Maybe it would be better to take on a “if you can beat them, join them” attitude. Instead of avoiding or removing cups, I should focus on them. Make them part of the picture. The redness of the coffee cups that Tim Hortons has been using recently adds to the appeal of making them the subject matter and not the subject of scorn and cause of exasperation.
as I walk Toronto 