What’s not to love about a sign?
Traveling around Lake Ontario, at Burlington, Ontario. It was a beautiful spring day. The lake was a choppy mess. White clouds. Blue sky. Trees waiting for leaves.
I decided to play and give this a filter.
I feel like I ought to be pedaling a bike, with a basket on the handle bars.
And a beach token pinned to the hip of my swimsuit.
And a black horn.