The Waterfront Trail going south from the end of William St. and following the shore going east was this morning's adventure. This is where Lake Ontario ends and the mighty St. Lawrence begins. The weather was perfect for a morning stroll.
Black & white seems to fit with the historic nature of Kingston's downtown. I love the layering of buildings from various centuries in the image below.
Not sure what happened to the tower below. Do you notice how it starts to lean to the right near the top? Maybe a bricklayer was in a hurry to go home that day. Oops!
If bricks could tell stories. There are a few clues in the walls below. It looks like three windows have been bricked in. Is it possible that those "bricks" are really stone? In any case, it's a lovely old home with straight chimneys.
We made our way east as far as Barrie St. Our destination was a grocery store near Barrie and Princess Streets. On Barrie St., many former family homes are now owned by Queen's University. Times change. Some of them were in a sad state of affairs.
Every so often, the rarified air of Queens was glimpsed.
And, a block later - the New Merry Market.
One love.
Our afternoon walk went north from the bottom of our street. It was difficult to find an interesting photograph to take in that area. What is interesting to me is that the very last photo - of our street - makes me feel warm. After only one day, William St. feels a bit like home.
Metro did not disappoint. Lunch & supper ingredients were stuffed into our shopping bag. MMMM...... Rosemary Roast Pork. Calls for colour.
This post is sponsored by chance.
The chance of meeting a dear friend,
one of 20 people we know in a city of 170,000,
out for a morning run.
I've recently come across the poet Jane Hirshfield. Let's end with her poem, The Promise.
The Promise
Stay, I said to the cut flowers. They bowed their heads lower. Stay, I said to the spider, who fled. Stay, leaf. It reddened, embarrassed for me and itself. Stay, I said to my body. It sat as a dog does, obedient for a moment, soon starting to tremble. Stay, to the earth of riverine valley meadows, of fossiled escarpments, of limestone and sandstone. It looked back with a changing expression, in silence. Stay, I said to my loves. Each answered, Always.
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