The sky looks significantly different on the other side of the bridge. Those aren't flecks of dirt on your screen; they're birds dipping and diving like drunken idiots. If you could fly nearer that sky, wouldn't you dip and dive like an idiot too?
It's a lovely evening, and I take a bike ride along the lakeside path to the west. On my way back I stop on the Humber River Bridge because the sky is asking for a fresh portrait. I oblige it with three.




