Sometimes I remind my son to look up. Did you look up at the sky today, I'd write him, hoping that the young man who attends college in a big city and, who, like all of us, has his eyes on a screen a lot, will move his vision from low to high, from below to above, if only for a few seconds.
Well, this image reminded me that it's also good to look down.
I was visiting a gallery where local artists were invited in to paint from time to time. The finished canvases were great and plentiful, piled up on the floor like stacks of Oriental carpets, but the floor held my attention. And I just love that little bit of text, splintered from packing tape.
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