This time of year, it feels like there is only slush and garbage and plastic bags windsocking in the trees.
Inspiration is hard to come by.Last week I went to another city, another country. They do things differently there.
I felt like the world's last pedestrian, wandering through webs of parking lots, malls and chain restaurants. The emptiness was huge. No row houses, no stroller jams on sidewalks, no one flying through stop signs on bike.
It just wasn't crowded or dirty or slushy enough, either.
Good to be home. Even in February.
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Amen, on the good to be home sentiment!
Beautifully said and photographed. February indeed.
I’ve been following your blog for a while and very much enjoy taking part of your observations and thoughts about the neighbourhood. I lived there for a year, 2003-2004, with my husband and two children. Your blog definitely helps nurturing my Montréal-nostalgia : ).
Thank you.
Nice photos. Have you been in my country? I'd like to tell you to visit also the countryside and not just the cities, but I'm almost always the only pedestrian in my little town. And my bicycle commutes always inspires ridicule, especially in the snow and wee morning hours. It is gray here too, but the snow is less grungy and fewer bags fly in the trees.
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