For three days, one of my tsatsas sat ignored on Lake Cheston's metal bridge lower rail. I know lots of people walked by it as well as another tsatsa balanced on top of a piling. Many folks passed me while I photographed Blue-faced Meadowhawks near the dam, and they had come from the tsatsa direction.
But they had not seen what was hiding in plain sight.
In response to my blog post "Waiting, then Walking," a friend wrote this on my Facebook wall: "Wish I could see Sewanee through your eyes -- I see its beauty but it doesn't move me any more."
In response to my blog post "Waiting, then Walking," a friend wrote this on my Facebook wall: "Wish I could see Sewanee through your eyes -- I see its beauty but it doesn't move me any more."
Nothing makes me sadder than otherwise lovely people who live here unmoved by what's around them all the time, awaiting their notice.
Look I want to say; slow down and look.
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