20 January 2026 — Oh, those little cat feet!
Yesterday the fog prowls in from the west, slides its paws under the Burrard Bridge…
overnight it settles comfortably into place downtown…
mid-morning we are still its favourite place to be…
but then?
It scampers off.
Presumably to chase a ball of wool.
WALKING WOMAN 
restlessjo
/ 20 January 2026It’s a strange thing, isn’t it, but very atmospheric xx
Lynette d'Arty-Cross
/ 20 January 2026I love that Sandberg poem and your photographic representation of it too, Penny. Yes, it’s chasing a ball of wool.