The Owl (42/365/2023)

by The Philosophical Fish

It’s about 4km to the mall from my home, and in the past two years I have taken to walking there rather than driving, when I need to run errands or pick up items that can be carried in my backpack.

When I do walk, as I pass under the highway bridge, I always appreciate this bit of graffiti that some artist painted on the opposite side of the river.

I find the owl’s eyes striking, between the arches of the underside of the bridge over the Capilano River, staring out from the gloom, at passersby…

Also noticed on today’s walk…catkins opening on the trees….dangling like little golden ornaments 🙂

I know it’s only February 11th, but it feels like spring.

Remind me I said that if, and when, we get another cold snap and any further snowfalls 😉

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