I witnessed and contemplated, as we drove though NY State and Pennsylvania the differences and similarities of strangers to whom I am bound by us both having given consent to the same social contract of governance.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
This morning I saw a pretty feather on the sidewalk while I was walking to work past the Senate office buildings.
I squatted to take a close up photo, but a breeze sent it flying before I could snap the shutter. I went after it, replaced it in a sunny patch for best light, and then tried again.
While I was still low to the ground with my camera phone out, a police officer on a bicycle came up to me and said that it was a pretty feather; I could have it if I wanted.
I said I would leave it there for someone else to enjoy. Taking and sharing the photo on my yoga blog would be enough. We agreed that it looked like a robin may have encountered a hawk.
The officer smiled and continued down the sidewalk on bicycle patrol. I resumed my walk to work.
I wondered whether the interaction would have been so pleasant if I hadn’t been a decently dressed (i.e, evidently middle class), small, middle-aged, white woman.
When I saw this on the sidewalk, I wondered whether it was litter–the content of a note unless autographed by someone famous is still litter if it is discarded on the street; or was it a note that slipped out of someone’s hand who would miss having the phone number and the reference; or was it intentionally placed on the sidewalk so a do-gooder who routinely picks up litter from the sidewalk and walks it to the nearest trash can would be given a message?
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.
The temperature on Thursday night may get down into the teens or at least low 20s Fahrenheit. In the meantime, too much is in bloom for this time of year. Pretty for now.
