Pine cone bounty. |
I took a left out of the bank, and headed down the walkway along the trolley tracks to the canal. There were many sights to be seen.
The equivalent of a pine cone harvest lay on the ground next to the walkway. It was a crafters dream, and knowing how much a bag of pine cones costs in a craft store, for a second or two I wished I had a bag to carry a bunch of them out.
Water falling. |
Across the street, the contemporary new Justice Center filled with glass and
metal and smooth concrete sits with a vintage brick steeple just beyond. Further along
there was wrought iron metalwork and back at work, the fountain with factory
smokestack shapes poured and splashed its reflective water.
Fountain. |
Some days, like today, the mission isn’t determined at the outset. Today, the intent was decided after noticing the pine cones and then a few feet later the acorns, at which point I backed up to get photos of the pine cones, then the acorns and then the objective of the walk was suddenly set. At the end of it, 25 photos and one accidental one-second video had been captured in pixels.
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