While strolling along Harbord Street last Friday morning, I peered down an alley and spied a shining Byzantine steeple several blocks distant. It seemed practically a mirage hovering over rotting fences, sway-backed garages and a tangle of power lines. It begged to be photographed, so I went in search the following afternoon. I found the apparition on Leeds Street, one block north of Bloor and Ossington. It turned out to be Protection of the Mother of God Ukrainian Catholic Church. Apparently I have walked or ridden past en route to Danny's many times without noticing, but then I was always intent on finding my way, or peering through darkness for the right bus stop.

The elegant structure in the left foreground, understated but equally pompous to my jaded eye, is the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Both were immaculate, stunning and utterly incongruous in the plain West End neighbourhood of Toronto. I felt like I had somehow wandered into Epcot Center.
( +3 )With amusement I wondered how these congregations, placed back to back by constituency and economics, regard one another. Their faiths are disparate as are both their architectures with the surroundings.