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Small Things

2/13/2016

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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.


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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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