By the crossing

This morning the world was grey, white and woolly, the snow was falling again. When I stepped out of the bus in the afternoon, there was just enough light so that I decided to take out my camera and try and capture some of the softness in the dusk.

The building in the background (I know, you only see a corner) is the oldest in the neighborhood. It's said to have it's origins from the 18th hundred but I'm not sure which parts are older origin and which "new" (new still meaning around hundred years old). Nowadays it's owned by the city who keeps part of it open for the community activities and part of it is rented to a musician.

Supper time, kids calling me...