12 of 12, July 2020

Today was not an especially momentous day, nor were my imagination and creativity at their peak. However, I did go for a walk during the day (one of my standard nearly-one-hour routes) and kept my eyes open for interesting things along the way.

My outward route took me along the higher streets of my neighbourhood, affording me good views of the bridge and river.

The prettiest part of the journey is the level path that circumnavigates a nearby hill and passes through pretty bush.

It had been raining and there were still droplets of water on the foliage.

Just over three years ago there was a fire on the hill, and some of the trees lost their outer layer of bark, revealing the surprising ruddiness of the wood and the scribbly patterns etched/eaten into the trunk.

As the path continues around the hill, you get a good view of the boats in the next bay and what I still call “the zinc works” (Nyrstar) across the river, with its artistic industrial aesthetic (it’s beautiful in a William Blake “satanic mills” kind of way).

And then as I started the return journey the afternoon light caught a bulk ore carrier and two tugs making its way down river to pass under the bridge.

[This is the 131st “12 of 12” post since beginning this habit in September 2009. If it does nothing else, it means that you’ll always get a minimum of 12 blog posts a year … provided I keep the habit going.]