15 May 2018 – I’m busy returning library books and, all around me, this little wedge of city is busy being itself. It bubbles in every direction.
Poppies pop …
Colours pop …
A hydro pole struts the alley …
Motorcycles gleam …
A doorway dispenses wisdom …
Pedestrians time-out their walk along False Creek …
Junior dragon-boaters time-out their heats in a day of competitive racing …
A wedding couple poses …
And Tess turns 25.
I read the banner, grin, and carry on home with my new crop of library books.