Colours Against a Goddamn Wall.

This building no longer exists. The age of random quonset huts is at an end. All over the world they are being torn down and replaced with more "modern" facades. The new buildings are essentially the same - steel frames covered in flat or ridged steel paneling. The difference? Quonset huts are more interesting. Visually at least. That is, unless you prefer boxes.

These colours were once green.

My cat is still at large in the wilds of North Perth Township, Ontario.

Carlos' Digit.

"... he had a baretta with a bar-rubbed off serial digit. And I know he got it from Carlos the Midget..."

I guess I don't particularly approve of firearms, really. Guns, grenades & bombs, other sorts of explosive devices, riffles and that sort of thing are not my kind of item. Still, it occasionally occurs to me that, after the Apocalypse, Armageddon or social-order-collapsing revolution, there isn't going to be much that my business experience and amateur photographic skills will be any good for.

Some days I feel like, if I knew how to fire a weapon, grow food without the help of my local garden center, or build an electric car out of trash that I find in the street I and my family would be much more secure should the worst possible scenario take place.

Maybe I should even learn to fish, too.

Anyone out there know how to make tofu from scratch?

Either way, if any of these scenarios do take place, this photograph reminds me of where I would like to be when I am weathering that storm.

Note the greenness of the locale.