The river was calm this weekend. Almost like glass, on Sunday.
This last one’s from Saturday’s bike ride, when the air was a bit smokier and I forgot to check to make sure my lens was set on autofocus. I call it “EXT. Day; creepy forest”. It looks like a location Ingmar Bergman might have filmed in.
Photos from today’s bike ride: the once and perhaps future Eleanor Kidd gardens, and the weir on the river near First Street.
There’s some evidence that the city (or someone) has plans to renovate the gardens—there’s a rough road alongside the space, where before there was nothing, and some dirt piles nearby. I mostly hope something gets done. It was a lovely space, back when it was cared for. I went to a wedding there, and it was full of flowers of all colours and scents.
(The part of me that finds beauty in decay likes it how it is. Well, except maybe for the spray-painted penis on one of the pillars.)