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 …
An old standard, personalized.
Art or craft?
A dam, a bridge, and a whole whack of water. In the desert.
Like love, the path to peace never did run smooth. Or straight.
It really does look like a harp.
A pre-dawn stroll turns up a few surprises.