A series of views
If only I could carry a camera with me, early in the morning.
I could, but then people on the bus would stare (at me), and my stealth existence would go right out the window. Too high a price to pay; also, my son needs the camera for course work, so I’m actually demonstrating my altruistic side. But, back to the view from my window.
In the city, things change quickly. Yesterday, the local railroad yard had long lines of flatcars, loaded with military hardware. Stuff painted in that green shade so beloved by an army at peace. No fancy camouflage effects. I wondered whether the tons of Tonka toys were slated for a ship hold, or a long ride across the country. Today, the yard was filled with grain cars.
In the city centre, someone traded the local plaza (beloved by skateboarders because of the ramping surfaces) into a skating rink. In the middle of things, a puck; abandoned, standing on edge. I’d missed the transition but the new piles of shaved snow along the edges served to remind that this was true cold and not some artificial plastic.
The old city gate is under attack, by an army of stone masons. Huge sections that have already been de-mortared and stacked for future use. I wonder how many times that same gate has been rebuilt. A precursor of the Lego mentality?
Certain wooded areas have gone from green to gold, and the view from the office window is postcard perfect. No camera proof; you’ll have to take my word for it.
