This morning I walked to the old Power Dam with the cats and spent some time with them there. We heard rustling in the tall grass below us, and when I looked to see what it was, discovered a big beaver, who then slid into the river and swam happily about. At one point it disappeared beneath the ruins of the dam, then reappeared a few minutes later. At noon I walked over to my friend Sams, and then the two of us went to Cuchalainns for beer and food. He told me some things about a woman who lives in his building, which greatly surprised me. I had formed a very one dimensional opinion of her (though not unkind) that I now regretted. I had not intended to do a photo walk on my way home afterwards, but that’s exactly what happened. Firstly I took pictures of a very old house at 263 Victoria Street. Years ago their were several cats that lived there that I used to visit with. Then the house sat empty for a long time. Next, I took photos of a walk up apartment at 191 Broadway Street. Lastly, the backside of the plaza at the corner of Queen Street and Tannery Street There was something beautiful about it.
