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.