On this good weathered Friday of sunny patches among increasing cloud, I open my door and see this:
…a friendly little display.
Walking to the beginning of the corridor past another unit and then the Refuse Room, turn right and then I see this …
… the elevators to the right, the fire escape at the end. (I’ve missed my favorite painting and the Easter Welcome basket on the left for a reason)
Down one floor and turning right to see a similar corridor to the one above (haha, in both senses) but at the end a door out onto the so-called podium.
I’m an old hand at podiums now, the first one I had anything to do with was in 2020 at the place where I went for respite after my hospitalisation. The only podiums I had anything to do with up to then, were back in the Netherlands in the 1950s, when the ordinary Australian English ‘stage’ was the ‘podium’.
Nowadays, the term seems to used for the first couple of floors of a large tall building. The podium surrounding Vista, the building I live in, is brand new. No moss grows in the between the stones.
Anyway, returning to my walk, once I’m outside the exit door, I see this …
… a painting I’ll be talking about in my Visual Art Project. Shifting my gaze to the right, I see this …
Walk out, turn left and we see the stairs. I’ve been up them twice. Down them once. When I have my walker with me it’s elevators all the way.
Round the corner to the left … in the sun as you can see … is a seat. I do my old lady thing and sit down for a breather … take my final pic for this little jaunt … the view.
Rita de Heer 