Sunday,

but a Sirius Satellite 137 Sunday so instead of Michael Enright I get Tapestry, I hate Sirius 137 it is the CBC in Bizarro World.

It was an early Sunday meaning that the shops would be shut downtown, and I could head back and photograph without any trouble. I had gathered my thoughts remembered places where I wanted to make snaps – mainly of things left in parks – and was ready to head out.

It was early enough on Sunday that the heat was only on the sunny side of the street. Walking in the shade required more layers of clothing. This early autumn morning had a light that was god for tangible shadows.

A nice wander- the usual zig zag making sure that I used the side of the street that held the most potential but trying not to repeat streets that I had been down unless there was an snap that I remembered- before things opened some snaps made, the pedestrian mall was what I had expected as there were some tables out but no people.

This was a day that we wee going to flirt with Canada. Everyone was talking about this causeway that we should walk and we reckoned that it was the one to the islands in the middle of Lake Champlain just north of Burlington.

Parked the rental PT Cruiser on the east bank walked over the causeway me straining, thinking, hoping that I could see Québec got to the other side where there were city sized caravan resorts and walked back.

Me being in control of the car – it would cost an extra $25/day for a second driver – headed non-chalantly north snaking back and forth through this chain of islands hoping to happen upon the border – where I would make a run for…. –

I realise that with a rental I probably wouldn’t be able to cross, and gave up. My isolationist self wanted to live on the islands, Carol finding it a bit too remote.

Another wander in the afternoon but a faster one where again if I stopped to make a snap I would be out of breath trying to catch up. Found a park where the homeless kept their stuff but it would take to long to document so a note for the following day. I was getting into a work habit and it looked like I could keep it up as I am always up early and if one has to be a townie the best time to be one in just after sunrise.

Feeling ansty and realising that we hadn’t contributed enough to global warming, we headed to some tourist spots – an excuse – the real destination of the road trip was a hastily planned Richard Olson commemorative kamikaze run to an ex-yinser/mormon/maple syrup babe.

A walk around Stowe which was too New England for me. Then off to the State Capital and to do what I have done from coast to coast to coast north and south of the 49th.

By the way like Montpelier better than Burlington. Was shocked at how small it was, thought that I would see the state capital from the interstate, barely saw it after I entered town.

The street in question was easy to find, seeing the car parked out in front made me a bit nervous, as the subject had the front flat. Determinedly, steadily I walked up to the car,

Made a snap.

Walked up to her house

Made a snap of me in front of it – this was a last minute operation as if I had planned it before leaving the Midwest I would have left something in the mail box.

Drove off.

Dinner was at the Daily Planet more locally grown food another great salad, and I think that got their vegetarian shepherd pie down, before heading back for more of the Hitchcock Festival on cable after I e-mail her the snaps.