Marine Dr. Station.
A little place where I can grab a bite, watch a movie, buy cough medicine. I love watching people walk by.
atomicpoet
joined 6 years ago
Rainy day.
It’s coming down thick,
Soaking streets so heavy and slick.
All the buildings drenched,
Like a thirst that’s never quenched.
It’s relentless and won’t stop,
Drumming rooftops, steady drop.
Invasion from the sky,
A flood of gray where dry hopes die.
I don’t know.
I really don’t know how I got here. Or even where this is. Or why I took this picture. I’m baffled.
Remnant of an evergreen.
Just a little speck from a tree that I found on concrete while out on a walk at night. That one little piece of a tree, tiny.
A gnome.
I used to see these guys more often. But I haven’t seen a gnome in a home or a garden for awhile. I wonder where they went.
Two apartment buildings.
More are coming. Towers of glass. Because that’s what Vancouver does.
Organic.
I love plants. No brains, but they have a certain intelligence. Wherever they may be, they find a way to live.
Life from dirt.
That’s always been the amazing thing about plants. They just need dirt, sun, and water.
I like this plant in front of the brick wall.
But why is it here? Whose decision was this? And why did they care?
I have questions.
Paint on a tree.
I think this was here for some construction marking. But it also made good abstract art.
