1. …I stopped to chat about the good old days with a lonely boat. Once upon a time that boat had been a lifesaver, a guiding light… Now, it spends the time floating around and chatting with passing cyclists.
2. …The yellow crane explained to the surrounding buildings—for the illionth time—that it had no plans to take foundation and settle down. “I like it this way.” Said the crane. “I come in, do what needs to be done, and then I’m off to a brand new neighbourhood.”
3. …There’s a certain crispness to everything. Take that ferry, for instance… the way it docks, lets people off and allows others to hop onboard is done with such skill and poise there’s only one way to describe it: “Crispy!”
4. …A fence stood between where I was and where I wanted to go. No ‘heroic’ trespassing today 🙂
5. …There was a mass outbreak of horizontal and vertical lines. Aided and abetted by the sharp winter sunshine, the lines took over the landscape.
6. …The silver donuts were at it again: locked in an infinite discussion about how they had gotten into their situation in the first place.
7. …The newish building declared—once again—its gratitude at not having been built into the tight space between other similar sized (or larger!!!) structures. Such was the case with most of the building’s newly constructed relatives. As I walked by, the building whispered in my ear: “I can breathe out here. I can breathe!”
8. …A team of cyclists whizzes by: happy, noisy, and ever curious.
9. …It could be me, or it could be the weather and light, but that building down the river doesn’t seem to know what it’s supposed to be. I like that.
10. …I had an interesting observation: a surprisingly large amount of white paint is poured on to the city’s floor. Admittedly it’s poured in a tidy and well thought out manner, but it’s still poured onto the floor…😊
11. …I discovered that building façades have feelings like everyone else. Those feelings include, among other things, jealousy, rage and all-round bitterness at not having won the Façade of the Month Contest.
12. …The Bridge cleared its throat and sang out: “I’m open, so you can now all come on through! Permission granted.” And then it turned to me and said: “I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking: where do I get the authority to grant permission to people to cross from one side of me to the other? Well I’m a Bridge, and every self-respecting Bridge on the plant has the natural authority to say who can and cannot cross. Ever heard of those bridges that collapse—just like that?”
13. …Is as good a time for running as any other.
14. …The rocket waited paitiently for the astronauts to return so they could take off and continue their journey around the globe. As it was, the astronauts had gone into the city and lost themselves in smoke. They wouldn’t be returning for a while.
15. …The containers lined up neatly and flashed their medals of valour, honour, and all-round awesomeness. All except for Blue and Yellow, who blushed—in container fashion—and explained they were new to the unit and had yet to be fully tagged.
16. …Once again we come across another alien vehicle trying hard to blend in and act like just another fun loving member of the community. And are we fooled?
17. …I came across the Love Boat. It was broken in two by the current state of global bullsh*t. Don’t worry though, Love always pulls through.
18. …Three containers stood between Here and There. They checked my credentials and then let me through with a three-voice “Have a fine day, Sir.”
19. …You can’t help noticing just how many bits and pieces there are to this world of ours.
20. …In amongst the colours and reflections I found an artist, working on his latest piece.
21. …The three little cousins, over on the right, woke up from their post New Year coma, cleared their heads and immediately agreed to do the same thing next year.
22. …The tram carriage said: “I don’t want to be a house anymore. I want to get in shape and get back on the tracks where I belong!”
23. …The paint teamed up with the sunshine and the water reflections: the end result was a technicolor® eyeball sizzle.
24. …Someone stood and contemplated his use of spray paint.
25. …The two finalists of the Crocodile Staring Championship took up positions and began eyeballing…
26. …I thought this structure was a red brick warehouse. But when the giant caterpillar began to move I realised just how wrong I’d been.
27. …“Sorry!” Said the cyclist, and then he was gone.
28. …The buildings bathed and warmed their façades in the bright winter sun. “This is what it’s all about.” They chuckled. “Hanging around and getting a blast of sunshine. Now what could ever beat that?”
29. …Rolly Wadkins confessed [to me that] his face was probably the reason he had fewer friends than everyone else. “I’m nowhere near as freaky as I look, but you know how it is: hardly anyone takes the time to get to know someone these days. I’m actually a really jolly fellow, but this face…”
30. …Out of the dark emerged a quartet of merry visitors. They appeared shaken, stirred and thoroughly excited by their recent experience.
On the way back from the D-I-Y store a red boat caught my attention, and then a crane, and a boat, and I was off again. An hour and a half later I regained composure and continued on my journey…