This morning I took a different route to the Co-op. Whereas previous walks had me travelling via Seawright Road, today I took Sandpiper. The time difference is almost negligible, with Sandpiper maybe a minute longer.
While walking along the section of Central Road that precedes the Seawright junction I came upon a cistern. I had never really noticed it before, but now it can't be helped. "Look at me!" it insists, "Not only am I here to do what I was put here to do -- I am also a support for a seascape painted in the happy graphic style!"
Why can't a cistern be a cistern anymore? Same with those beautiful cement silos at Granville Island that Barry Mowatt had painted as part of his open showroom sculpture biennale?
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