A trip to Stinky for some more of their smoked duck breast (very good but not in the same, unctuous league as the duck prosciutto of Granville Island), took me further south of my beaten path. I walked up through Carroll Gardens and found what one finds when one takes a different road. New things, revelation. Like, open lilac! Corner of DeGraw and Tomkin's Place.
A blue door and a pink cherry next to the little shared garden that was too shaded for a good picture: the difficulty of early evening in the grid: bright light slicing down streets running east- west, somber evening in the cross streets.
Clinton and DeGraw. A fruiting cherry. I know because I've seen it in summer. Full of cherries.
A very lovely magnolia, just when I thought I was magnolia-ed out. DeGraw between Smith and Clinton.