Wall

It’s odd. I walk down this street virtually every day; I’ve seen this wall by the community garden whenever I’ve passed it. Yet it was only yesterday that I took the time to really look - and shoot - the wall.

I was overcome by the textures and the colors and the shapes and the way that the cement repair, one that I had never really cared for (too messy!), seemed to be a frozen river of texture that brought the entire composition - I mean wall - together.

I guess it’s the same lesson I seem to keep on needing to learn - we are surrounded by drama and beauty in forms we have yet to notice. Can I slow down sufficiently to see? I mean, more often? Yes, that’s my intention!

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