It is on the return from a photo report on an already intense anti-confinement demonstration that I come across this scene, as if frozen in time. Silence reigns. No sooner had I got out of the metro and raised my head than I saw a person disappear on a stretcher in the back of an ambulance dispatched in emergency. Huge fire trucks block all access, police officers are in charge of the traffic. I stop there quite upset, I analyze, look. Equipped with my camera, innocently I immortalize.

An impressive road accident has just happened, in the middle of a busy crossroads. We are exactly in front of the Dundas West subway station, in the Bloor and Dundas neighbourhood in the west end of Toronto and a few minutes walk from the apartment. A large number of firefighters, caregivers and police officers are present in a large facility, with closed faces, trying to work quickly and organized to get the situation back to normal, to record the minutes, to block the area, to ensure the safety of the victims.

Three cars are destroyed and lie in the middle of the crossroads. All the airbags were out. The front ends were completely smashed. Fortunately, the victims are either safe, reassured or already treated. So I can hardly imagine the power of the shock... The atmosphere is icy cold, I'm filled with emotion for the victims, for their loved ones. But also for the firefighters, present on this new rather macabre workplace. So during these few minutes I admire them and watch them carry out their worthy duties, armed with benevolence and rigour. I seize the scene, filled with emotion, and in the space of 10 minutes I immortalize the scene. These images are dear to me, a furtive moment, seized on the fly, captured and influenced by the strong emotions that ran through me. 

Hoping that everyone comes out of it unharmed.