It seems I am obsessed with writing about things I see on my morning walks, but love the distraction they create for me. The unusual way a thing has fallen to the pavement, like seeing a torn piece of someone's hand-written list, or a spot of splattered paint in the middle of the road. My train of thought wonders what the story is behind each thing. There is always a bit of strange magic, creating an easy outlet for my vivid imagination.
This one is tar, I believe. I don't think it was put there to fill anything. It appears to be just a spill. I guess the worker was tired and thought that is was just fine to leave it there. I am glad he/she did. I first quickly walked by it, and then realized what I was seeing. Love the abstract spots of reddish paint dropped over and around it, bringing to mind what a mosquito eats.
Some things are obviously placed where they are, as this pile of branches. I am always scanning branches left on the curb as I use them for a new project I am working on. This pile had a nice, visual feel, so had to shoot it.
This was a tiny, green bouquet growing from a little hole on the curb. I thought it resembled a tree, so perfectly round and sweet, the crack below it like a thin trunk. It always amazes me where and how plants find a way to grow. I am forever happy to find them.
Someone had poured ice on the grass. The sun turned it into diamonds, but the camera couldn't really capture its beauty. Still, had to take a photo.
A small piece of yarn fell into an interesting shape. Its variation of thickness and the way it caught light compelled me. It's just a small thing.
Someone's pants ended up in the road. They were all wet, and oddly placed... thrown, more like it. Maybe they flew from someone's laundry basket in the back of a truck? Why were they wet? These pants could inspire a good short story, or at the very least, a blog post. Go ahead and take it wherever you want to, or not at all. After all, they are just pants :)
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