Once the weather started heating up, more people started coming to my favourite beach. It became filled, absolutely filled, with human garbage. People can be such animals. It was a stinking vile mess. It became too depressing for me to see my favourite place like that (literally nowhere to sit where I wasn’t surrounded by …
Confederation Park Hamilton
I love walking by the lake. If you really look you’ll always find odd little objects at the intersection of humanity and nature.
With the melting of the snow, new treasures are revealed. Tiny bits of colour discarded by humanity. New shapes forged by winter storms.