We live in a regular neighborhood. There doesn’t seem something extraordinary about it. Some part is quieter than others and some is busier. One afternoon I took my son biking and that means, I would run with him or try to catch up. Realizing what a gorgeous afternoon it was, I brought my camera along. On the way to left and right, without certain destination, I looked for something in this regular neighborhood that I’ve come to love, that maybe has some special angles and curves. When I eventually saw several things, I remember a game book that my son and I used to read, called “I Spy”. I had that “aha, I found it” moment here and there. Have you played that game before?
I spy with my eyes:
- canopies of pear blossoms,
- some violets under the stairs,
- a vine-tangled gate,
- orange daffodils nodding with the wind,
- an angel guarding pansies, and
- a hidden nest under forsythia.