Have I mentioned that I’m not a huge fan of the bus?
On a trip home in late September, I had had all the fun I could stand. After watching two or three buses pass by for Every Other Route But Mine, I took the first bus out of downtown that was going to a stop about 15 minutes’ walk from our house. I intended to wait there for my connecting bus to show up.
But when it did, it was so full that the bus driver wouldn’t even open the doors.
So I stomped off home, walking through the linear park that winds through our area and deposits me on my street. It was, after all, a nice day.
It was also early fall, a time of year I never tire of, in Ottawa. A time of year I never tire of Ottawa. Walking that last leg home, rather than riding the bus, I collected maple leaves in various stages of deterioration.
I’m not sure what I think or how I feel about staged photos, but sometimes they’re fun.
And it was a nice day, after all.
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