Putrefaction

    Out on the water again and what do I notice? The cloying stench of too many pet dogs. The smell of unwashed coats and fresh shit waft from the mainland. How charming.
    It seems that every household here has at least one dog if not two, and inevitably, some owners will not be as considerate as one would like.

    Anyway, this mornings' light threw a most ethereal dance upon the underside of a bridge. Mesmerized for quite some time amidst the swaying, sparkling patterns.