8 March 2022 – I’m walking along West 8th, not a single philosophic thought in mind — in fact my mind pretty well free of any thought, truth be told, perfectly willing to let my feet have all the fun.
And then the street takes me in hand. “Pay attention!” it scolds. “The old both/and of life, right here in front of you, yet again.”
Both the loving beauty of this ornament, tied to a shrub next to the sidewalk …
and the weary decrepitude of the building behind it.
Both a tinder-dry Christmas tree still littering someone’s side yard …
and first daffodils, bursting through the soil right beside it.
And then, one more block down the street, a whole both/and tableau entwined on a single tree branch:
both winter’s lichen & moss, and spring’s urgent new buds.
(Plus, bonus, the constant pleasure of that colour-wrapped building behind, a veteran of the very first Vancouver Mural Festival, in 2016.)
WALKING WOMAN 
Lynette d'Arty-Cross
/ 8 March 2022We’re definitely in the gawky stage.
ALAN WILLIAMS
/ 8 March 2022Both entertaining and informative!
dianaed14
/ 11 March 2022Love the idea of your feet having the fun.
icelandpenny
/ 11 March 2022thank you! I do sometimes feel that while my brain thinks it has an idea for a walk, my feet take over and do whatever they want to do instead… and then sometimes brain joins in, or has another thought of its own