April brought trips to the Big Smoke under bright blue skies—some of the first of spring.
Look up at the sky there and you see other things, too.
Spent some time hovering near the Gardiner Expressway, that crumbly old relic, that need.
There’s old amid all this new and sight remains selective.
Mine so far off the ground these last few pilgrimages, this first of spring.
buildings are stupid
My first trolling! Actually, I guess, the buildings just got trolled. Crap.