|... I am looking west to the mountains ...|
But I have to look up for the traffic light when I get to the corner of Crowchild and 24th Avenue.
By the time I had my camera out of my pocket, on this particular morning, so many hawks had lined up along the light standard that I was starting to laugh outloud.
One by one they would land there, all facing the same way, hopping a bit this way or that, to give or take room at the top of the pole.
|... now only one hawk left ...|
This seems to be the corner of my community that I have taken on as a one-person clean up.
There is a road beggar who works this corner just between 4 pm and 5 pm, as employees are leaving the university and stopping at this light. In his hand he holds a sign, written in crayon on a piece of cardboard from a packing box, "Hungry. Homeless. God bless".
Some of the drivers give him money. Others bring food -- which he may or may not want. When I look down at the bottom of the light standard, I see where he places what he has no use for: half a sandwich still bagged, 2 apples and an orange, maybe a juice box, some veggies that have been cut and wrapped, and bits of loose change.
I love this little corner -- for its ups and downs.