I forgot to charge my phone (and workday camera) and it died at lunchtime today, and so again I was out after supper to find my daily photo. Thursday night, lots to do at home, so I don't want to go far; but I've been down in the harbour and associated gardens plenty. I'm walking around waiting for something to ask to be photographed, and something does. Masts.
Lines. Shapes. Sky. All gave me pleasure today.
I took Easter Monday off. It was the first solitary day I'd had in quite awhile. It was nice; included laundry, tidying, finishing outstanding jobs, and an adnormal amount of sleeping. Sleeping is good. Oh, and there was a bit of walking in the 'hood.
After yesterday's post about my father telling me about the Empire Sandy (the tug that turned into a sailing ship) docked across the street, said father sent me pictures of her before and after.
Maybe she deserves puffing out some sails and being pushed along after her hard working past, wouldn't you say? We should all go out this way.
When E. Sandy was Chris M.