Walking home

Every morning (noon), I leave my apartment and head off to the University. I only have to walk a block to get on the LRT, but in that space, I've seen some weird things. There's a church. It's the first thing I walk past when I leave. It's old and it sticks out in the mess of apartments that were likely made in the late 1960s. This is what it looks like at day and at night:

One night I missed the LRT because of alcohol. After I got across the bridge, I was walking with my head down and saw a hand out of the corner of my eye. Someone had found a lone black glove on the ground and put it on the branch of a tree that was eye-level. They made it so that it was flipping me off. Behold.


Lastly, after we got 500 feet of snow on the weekend, my car got stuck and I was forced to LRT it to campus on Saturday night. On the way, I saw this statue of Mary outside of the church. You can't make it out very well, but she's covered in snow and it looks like she's wearing a bishop's hat (a no-no in the Catholic Church) and a cape (much like Iris).


Look at all of my shoes!