Grey harbour fade.

When summer came of yore, watercraft would dock and use these bollards. I’ve not seen them used in years. Only those who can afford private docks can afford boats now.

Even thorns dream of sunshine.

Grey day stroll.

Quay issues.

Warning signs (on the other side of the large sign is emblazoned “LOVE” in large block letters).

The east and west ends of the Western Gap.

Cutting concrete at the Nestle factory. This neighbourhood smells like chocolate.

Alien underbelly.

I still imagine water towers as the commanders of their armies of electrical pylon soldiers marching across the earth.

The gentle face of a lovely human and one of the finest audio engineers and road managers you can find, Leslie Charbon.

Bird missile

Crossing bridges

“How much for that Jesus in the window?”

Train arrives

South Etobicoke layer cake

Leaving the exhibition grounds

The Shrine Peace Memorial, the Potentate of Rameses Temple now shadowed by a wind turbine. The world you live in is much much stranger than you think.

The Garden of the Greek Gods