A dawn came.
Pinks infused rays of cirrus.
Pinks echoed from the surface of the sea.
Soon, sunrays cleared the hills to the east, and night was really gone.
In that white light of the first real daylight, I saw a stick insect, hanging motionless on the edge of a concrete step.
In this never-been-here-before place, it’s going to be a good day for seeing things.
I always look at the way people build things, and how they garden and landscape. Here and there, rows of discarded glass bottles were repurposed for bed edging.
Bamboo splits screwed to two-by-fours made low-cost deck rail pales.
A streetside roof of clay tile.
Is this cruciform holder for electric meters an intentional nod to Christianity?
A few streets over was a beautiful door.
Above the door was wonderful roof framing and sheathing.
And along another sidewalk edge, an unsung mosaic artist’s work delights the eyes.
In our next post, we’ll keep on walking and looking.