The construction is done. The old bridge is gonzo, and the pedestrian walkway curving along the side of the new roadbed is complete. The construction site is no more: landscaped grass and lombardy poplars (or something like them) have taken its place. Edmonton’s most-recent snowfall is mostly melted and although …
Do they *have* to be this colour? Just askin’.
One of them thar Texan poets.
New historical insights.
A romp through my spam folder.
Because Red Green was right: We’re all in this together.
Happy-making shots from our yard.
Maybe Mr. Scheer doesn’t say these things because he doesn’t believe them. Either way, he needs a new speechwriter.
Patience, persistence, and pickiness in photography