They were green and orange; two of the colors in a pair of shoes I bought in Spain
a couple of years ago. This prompted a dash to retrieve them from my closet, and a walk.
I've added a circle and arrow in the center photo, below,
to show you where I took the photo on the right.
Lynx light rail crossing near 7th Street Market, a Tryon Street mosaic I
admire, and Romare Bearden Park, located behind our condo building.
The leaves and sticks smiley face were a reaction to a friend's recent
declaration that we could all benefit from playing more with sticks and rocks.
This walk started as an 'in search of' walk, but most of my walk discoveries
are serendipitous. I just stay open and attuned to the opportunities any walk offers.
through colored windows; casting beautiful blue reflections on the sidewalk.
It happened to be the same blue I was wearing at the time. I first thought the
blue marks were paint, until noticing one on the top of my foot and sandal.
while visiting my friend, Susan. Unknowingly, we had perfectly
chosen footwear for these sidewalk paintings!
standing on a Tibetan bench we purchased on Dong Tai Lu in Shanghai.
The photo next to it shows the bench in our previous home.
window in our present home makes getting a good photo difficult,
but here are some close-ups of the paintings on it.
walk discoveries, below, in my Christmas posting.
You can't tell here, but the shoes in the top left photo
have green soles similar to the green paint on the sidewalk.
I stumbled upon this composition on a beautiful fall day. I was grateful to be given the opportunity to see it before it blew away or became disarranged. A friend suggested the arrangement was a mandala that had been left in celebration of Diwali. I like the little yellow non-conformist leaf on the lower right.
I accept good finds as gifts. Some gifts occur naturally, like sunrises, sunsets, seashells, and leaves changing color. Some are discarded, like trash, because their owners see no value in them. Some are accidentally lost and left behind; even becoming rusty, dented, torn, or weathered before being discovered. There are even some placed intentionally; gifted by good souls who hope for them to be found and treasured.
Countless lovely gifts go un-received simply because they're ignored. I often observe people choosing not to look, or see, beyond their phone screen; or rejecting the gift of a greeting by purposely avoiding eye contact.
I resorted to scolding him for never responding to a verbal greeting (in a weak
moment, I couldn't suppress the former teacher in me). He later ran into me at a
park and told me he had made a conscious effort to speak to people after that.
Thank goodness... that relieved some of the embarrassment I'd felt for chastising him!
Next time you are out wandering, try to remember you may never have the
opportunity to travel that same path again, and it probably has a gift to offer.