stuck sometimes. trying to look for the profound can become contrived or brittle. a good strategy has been to let my guard down, to squint around and hope nothing leaps out (otherwise, I reckon, I'll be imposing profundity, I argue with myself). And in those times, large swathes of light some tipping in...
thusly.
or incidental cartography -- possibly a new phenomena?
or a color that frankly does not belong comes wanging across the street, slantwise.
or some new stick-language evolves
Another incidental map, I think.
and lastly, despite cringing, some really beautiful mold.
giraffe mold, I was told, by a very dear friend. Though I posited cheetah.