Monday, March 31

I walk down Riskutie to the recycling point where I drop off some discarded paper and a plastic cannister. The weather suddenly seems very pleasant and I find myself smiling as I walk. I go and sit on a bench.

I decide to photograph a 95 bus heading towards Kontola, and then I realise that I missed one and will have to wait for another. I wait.

Eventually one passes and looks nothing like as exciting as I had thought it would. Nonetheless I have the picture I intended and I make a mental note not to intend that picture ever again.

The weather continues to feel like a promise of Spring, so I continue smiling.