The Cads Do Canada

My friend Jim died after years of struggling with prostate cancer. Not a surprise, but a shock.
He was an architectural illustrator and instead of Xmas cards, made calendars for a number of years of places he loved and he usually added two soaring Cadillacs.
After hearing of his death, Eric and I went for a walk in the neighborhood where we had walked with Jim. It was a beautiful, clear afternoon, and seemed so open. I kept looking up into the sky.
Besides fellow Blippers, there are a few people I have in mind when I write what I post here; Jim was one of them. He always looked at my posts and emailed great, warm comments. He kept up with a couple of you, too.