^ I've got to be clear, I was never at that corner, just that the vista has presented itself as representing...it's *captured* a phase of my life that year that I can now put into words, finally, as I'm just glancing at it again:
"I want to go home!"
But of course, it's a memory, an indelible imprint on the psyche that can never be realized again. And that pic is magnificent in capturing it, because as you state, it has captured others' wishes and memories too, in real fact in your case.
I was relating to Toronto Road in Port Hope, in 1957, and the actual view being along Marsh Road, but it's an image that was at many intersections of Youth and Freedom...
I've just saved that pic to my computer files. Even though far in the past, one still gets glimpses of that spectre when cycling the back roads. There's a number up around Goodwood, one of my routes of escape that keeps me sane.
Many thanks for posting that
@Goldie.