He carries a large white bucket and three different brushes, two delicate tied on to poles, one short and fat. The first he uses for scrubbing a fresh coat of grey-green enamel around the upper reaches of the small street lights, the second and smallest for painting around the light fixture, standing back and reaching up; the larger one for brushing across the base and down to the cobblestones and grass. From the window Dy says it looks like he is painting the tree leaves. He carries the bucket and brushes down the street to the next lamp, a faint scent of solvents on the breeze.