
Friday evening sunset over the Junction Triangle, as seen from 229 Wallace Ave., a former hardware store being demolished to make way for new lofts.
There's probably some kind of poetic nonsense that someone could come up with about setting suns, the end of an era, rebirth, and other gobledygook about a changing neighbourhood, but I'll leave that up to you.

Bruce's bike, last Sunday, during the Fuzzy Boundaries parade through our neighbourhood. Residents were encouraging each other to come out and vote to name our neighbourhood.
The name Junction Triangle ended up winning. Bruce was somewhat disappointed, as his favourite name "Fuzzy Triangle" didn't make the Top 10 cut.