14 June 2020 – You know my habit: with each post I weave images & words into a story, a single story among all the other images and other themes I could have chosen instead. But not this time. You’re on your own.
True, I have selected the images, but only because each struck my eye, not with a story-line murmuring in my ear. No, wait. To be more precise: each image tells me an individual story, but I haven’t assembled them to tell a collective story.
Which maybe is my story.
Or maybe I’m just getting precious.
So, over to you. It’s do-it-yourself time. See what story-line starts murmuring in your own ear.
A sticker on a traffic bollard …
the top bit of a display of locally made masks outside a craft shop …
a bright yellow alley weed …
two crows arguing possession of the same hydro wire …
freshly chalked sidewalk art …
and a red paper lantern under its canopy of trees, one of the group I showed you a few posts ago in that Muskoka-chair nook just off the Sahalli Community Garden.
Today I drop into one of the chairs, and look up.
Walking back home, I cut down an alley, where I am startled at the sound of applause. I look at my watch. Of course: it’s 7 p.m.
So I clap too, joining these neighbours as they stand on their balconies either side of the roadway to once again salute frontline workers — and, I think, each other as well.
Zambian Lady
/ 17 June 2020I like that pop of red and yellow in the alley. There must be something special about that particular power line otherwise why couldn’t one crow take one life and the second another? 🙂
icelandpenny
/ 22 June 2020I’m told crows are social animals, so maybe they were just having a companionable gossip!
bluebrightly
/ 19 June 2020The 7pm applause is another positive thing about the response to the virus on the other side of the border. I’m glad it continues. Enjoy your weekend! 🙂
icelandpenny
/ 22 June 2020& it still keeps on, it touches me deeply…
bluebrightly
/ 22 June 2020🙂