Simply radishing

Today I enjoyed my first harvest of the season, a handfull of radishes that were thinned in order to prevent overcrowding.

The Last Train Home

There is a certain buzz in the air when you ride the last train of the night. There is a sense of collective accomplishment in catching it on time. Most people are still energized from their evenings and, unlike at rush hour, strangers will actually talk to each other.

Excuse me, pardon me…

A little doodle from the train (Winnipeg).

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