A Sunday Walk

A small blue heart I spotted, lying on the ground. It was actually a turquoise pendant, the missing piece to a necklace. I found it in my front yard. And, actually, its the missing piece to one of my necklaces. Its quite alright, though--I gave it to my daughter so she could use it for "treasure."

 My daughters, walking slightly ahead of me. I love this neighbourhood. I love the way the trees form a canopy over top of the houses, the street.

 One of three houses that are up for sale on our block.

 Poor little creature. I saw this bird as I was walking by a street corner. My daughters asked me why I was taking a picture of a dead bird. Because it was sad, I told them. But, I don't really know why. I just needed to take the picture--how do I explain that, even to myself?

 A streetpost. Should I go into further detail?

  Just some tall grass, a few flowers. I thought it would make a nice picture.

  A small shoeprint in the cement.  A future fossil, perhaps?

  My daughter found a ladybug. It was a quick little fellow. But we managed to snap his picture before he flew away.

  You can see these everywhere.  A tree just can't simply be a tree anymore.

 There is beauty everywhere. This is just down the street from where I live. An organic health food store. The entrance has a red picnic table to the left, a bench with peeling white paint, just to the left. The sunflowers were already starting to dry out. Still, bees continued to hover around what remained, gathering what was left of the summer's bounty.