Down Bolton Street there’s a path the leads beside the motorway, running under the Aurora Terrace overbridge. In a grassy area along the path, there’s a half rotted tree stump that reminds me of a squatting dog, back arched in the effort of taking a dump.
I don’t know why I feel compelled to share that. But everytime I pass it on the way to work, I decide I need to inflict that image on others.
But looking at it up close to take the photo, it’s only my peripheral vision playing tricks with me:
Oh well. It was a good day for walking to work: clear skies, warm (but not too warm) and not too much wind. Of course, all that will change, but just right then it was perfect.