Alley Eyes

10 February 2021 – But then there are all the days that I don’t go down in the woods.

I go down an urban alley instead.

Where, for once, my eyes slide past the marching hydro poles that usually obsess me, even past the red dumpster positively shouting for attention…

to land on that convex mirror on the left, greedily pulling peripheral images onto its bulging surface.

I move in close, peer upwards…

and discover a whole dancing universe of lines, arcs, and circles.

  • WALKING… & SEEING

    "Traveller, there is no path. Paths are made by walking" -- Antonio Machado (1875-1939)

    "The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes" -- Marcel Proust (1871-1922)

    "A city is a language, a repository of possibilities, and walking is the act of speaking that language, of selecting from those possibilities" -- Rebecca Solnit, "Wanderlust: A History of Walking"

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