I considered cropping Freddie's paw from this shot, but that would have been ungrateful. It was thanks to his sniffing that I noticed how beautiful this clump of tree trunk vegetation was.
This rooftop shot took a ridiculous number of attempts for something that wasn't moving, but I like how it finally turned out.
Freddie the Leaf Stalker, that's what they call him.
Collecting bottles in the back lanes of million-dollar houses ...
The Arbutus Space Station communicates with planets in distant galaxies. Its existence is top secret, but over several months of walking past, Freddie and I have figured it out.
The man looking at the ground was not a soldier; one of the Bessborough people had draped a jacket over him. His head was bleeding heavily, and they were looking after him. I have no idea what had happened.
Here's that crow again ... scavenging bread off the ground.
Morning light ...
More curb-side beauty ...
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."
Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere's Fan