This was the second scene that caught my eye. The colors, the juxtaposition of paint and nature. I’d seen the graffiti before, but the flower had just grown up to meet it. It was just chance that allowed me the moment in time. Chance or fate. Or the other possibility, that it was laid in my path…
This was the first Sigil I saw. It was just sitting there in the Bookpeople parking lot as I went to my truck. It looked like a crest from a fairy tale. A symbol of elfin civilizations long faded from this world. I felt self conscious looking at it. Like I had been told a secret in a public place and had to conceal my reaction.
In Texas, Fall comes twice. Half the trees shed their leaves early. The second half have the old leaves pushed off by new leaves when Spring comes. Even from the gutter this leaf called to me. How perfectly arranged, but by whom? The wind?
Photo taken, March 15, 2010
This was tucked behind my ear by a pretty girl as I worked the door during SxSW. It fell from it’s post as I removed my sunglasses. I couldn’t help but look closer at the marvel given me when it fell on the bar towel.