the darkerside to rants

Here is a video shot from my living room window, showing 24 hours in the life of English Bay.

The summers flower is to the summer sweet,

Though to itself it only live and die,

But if that flower with base infection meet,

The basest weed outbraves his dignity:

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;

Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.