This tree broke my heart.
I wonder how many children this terrifying doll’s face traumatized before it was finally banished to a basement corner of Salmagundi West?
More dolls and a bowl of torsos to tempt your tastebuds. The dolls are dressed for Halloween. Isn’t that adorable?
Outside Whistler I walked around and found this rail bridge over a glacier fed creek.
It was a bright, clear windy day, the kind of fall day you long for during the sludgy depths of November and the inescapable late summer heat.
Lodged beneath the bridge was an entire log, stuck there for who knows how long from some past springtime highwater.
A small bit of graffiti was perfectly offset by the blue sky.