Sunday, June 27, 2010

Going slowly

Even riding a bike is to fast to take in the details of the world around me.  When I walk I notice the smell of places.  I notice the details of the flowers in bloom.  I see and hear birds everywhere.  Hoping on fences, poised over porches, floating on power lines and chasing each other.  I notice art.  Everywhere there are small and large bits of art.  Art in the composition of a garden, in the placement of a found object, in the love and detail of how we arrange our world.