Riverine

Under a bridge at the edge of the city.

This is the dreaded 'sinking mud' a substance that held a particular horror for me as a little boy. A bit like quicksand but slow.

Today was wet and blowy but it was a good day at work. I spent the morning looking at an idea for a building with someone who seems to give a shit. About buildings and people and all the stuff that make cities great.

And then this afternoon I got to spend time listening to ten writers read out some amazing work for a public art project I'm working on. All in all an inspiring way to end the week.

It's on days like this I feel lucky to work where I do and to live in this lovely city.