I walk through the less-travelled streets of the city during less-travelled hours when my 2-metre space is less likely to be disturbed.
So many Covid-abandoned storefronts, some simply abandoned, some making a statement.
Why is one mannikin posed like an Ingres? What does the other face the street, crotch exposed, yet face hidden by a piece of paper?
This was hanging in the window of a closed physiotherapy office. The effect is happenstance I wouldn't be able to repeat if I tried. The light, the angle, the empty black space, the reflection from the street behind me.
Will my valiant geraniums that have survived repeated attacks by squirrels throughout the summer survive the first snow this morning?