Another perfect
Two sweet cherry tomatoes
One yellow. One red.
And some coriander about to flower.
This fountain is at the main entrance (not on the Mall, but around the corner) to the Department of Labor. It is only on every once and a while, and I do not usually use this entrance, so the fountain is not a main part of my relationship to the building.
One day, a couple of years ago, when I was sitting quietly near the fountain to get some soothing energy from the sound of the water and being outside, I thought about how much it resembled a shiva lingam. Was I seeing symbols that were not intended? Was the artist pulling one over on the government by submitting a design that carried symbolism that, in 1974, would not have been acceptable to many in charge? Was the symbolism there and understood when the design was permitted to be implemented? Do the answers to any of those questions matter with the fountain and all its imagery present in all its effusion?
I walk past the Japanese American World War II Memorial on my way to work. This means I mostly walk past without thinking about why it is there. This morning I was moved to reread and remember and ask myself what am I doing about it?
Impending storm. Before my walk home from work. It was enjoyable, knowing I had my comfortable home at the other end, to race the storm home with a minute to spare.
Is a mark of privilege. I know that and give from there.
