my One-Hour-A-Day-Dog -- is chatting with folks on campus. Students often ask, "May I pet your dog?" or smile and nod (briefly looking up from their screens), or offer a passing hello, or even want to talk.
One young woman curled into an Adirondack chair, reading and enjoying the sunlight, hopped up and asked to pet Gracie. "Of course," I said. And then she told me about her dog.
"I remember how hard it was to leave my cat at home when I went to college. What year are you?
"First."
"It got a bit easier this semester, don't you think?"
"Yes," she said.
Gracie, meanwhile, was basking in the student's affection.
She told me she would major in psychology with a second emphasis in political science. "I love it here," she added. "I just love learning new things."
With that, we parted.
A bit later, I stopped to photograph this stencil on the sign. A student turned the corner, looked where I was looking, and said, "What's that?"
"I was hoping you might know!" I answered.
"No clue. But it looks like an insect, doesn't it?"
"Yep. I just love random things like this."
"Me, too," she said. "See ya!"
Conversations with strangers each morning, another reason why I enjoy walking with Gracie.
"People who daily expect to encounter fabulous realities run smack into them again and again. They keep their minds open for their eyes." (Ken Macrorie)
Showing posts with label signs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label signs. Show all posts
Friday, April 14, 2017
Sunday, March 5, 2017
Signs of the Times: Then
Littering the two-lane highway back up north (I came a long way), I found north Alabama immensely satisfying.
Here's why:
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Signifying
On my way to Walmart this morning, this caught my attention:
Having not seen it before (I usually drive a different way), I returned after my shopping, parked up a hill, walked down, and snapped.
It's a beautiful billboard: bold design against late fall sky, burnt orange border checkered along the bottom, metal support and stairs and wires and cables framing it.
I didn't realize till I got halfway home that I had misread the billboard. Instead of a message against drug use (We'ed), I read it (We'd) as a protest against the signs of the times -- spinning, bullying, taunting, worrying, hating, accusing, and especially sorting and othering of those without power and the degradation that comes with it.
A sign of my own dis-ease, perhaps, this accidental misunderstanding.
Having not seen it before (I usually drive a different way), I returned after my shopping, parked up a hill, walked down, and snapped.
It's a beautiful billboard: bold design against late fall sky, burnt orange border checkered along the bottom, metal support and stairs and wires and cables framing it.
I didn't realize till I got halfway home that I had misread the billboard. Instead of a message against drug use (We'ed), I read it (We'd) as a protest against the signs of the times -- spinning, bullying, taunting, worrying, hating, accusing, and especially sorting and othering of those without power and the degradation that comes with it.
A sign of my own dis-ease, perhaps, this accidental misunderstanding.
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Saved!
review/return 3 papers
purchase 3 pairs of shoes, one cucumber, one bag of chocolate chips
send/receive multiple text messages/emails
read The New York Times/Facebook/blogs/recommended things
drive 54 miles
walk
photograph (84), upload to Lightroom, adjust/upload 3 snaps
notice one Widow Skimmer/Green Darner, several Blue Dashers/Ebony Jewelwings/Eastern Bluebirds/crows/Redwing Blackbirds, 1 Great Blue Heron, 2 adult/3 young Canada Geese, 1 fox
visit SOUL (where flowers once cleansed spirits)
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