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.
Happy Friday. It's been a relatively quiet week at work; calm before the storm with work on a big, important proposal launching next week. I meet up with Ceri and my girls for beer o'clock and dinner on a patio, where we enjoy watching dogs of all sorts and sizes leading their humans in and out of a nearby condo building. Quiet, chatty evening at home. Life good.
A lot of people criticise the obligatory art that comes with every new condo. I like these pieces a lot though; how they evoke both rail and water travel. Tribute to the rail corridor just north and the harbour just south. I always admire how that one there flirts with the western sky.
After a late breakfast, Ceri went to the office for awhile and I puttered around, cleaning the kitchen, doing laundry and other Saturday stuff. Later I walked down to meet him at the Market where we picked up a few things. Out for fajitas for dinner, then back to his place where we sat in the window looking over the city and chatted. Movie later, then SNL.
The proverbial hip shot.
(In which neither I, or my hip, knew the camera was on.)
Yes, I kind of like that tiny tuft of a stranger's hair. Given that there were hundreds and hundreds of people around that day, I think the tiny hint of one strangers's head is another lucky accident.