Walking the very same path each day, in order to document the atmosphere surrounding a single Dogwood bush at a pond’s edge, for a year, gives me the opportunity to observe what happens in nature; and on the flip side, it causes me to notice what’s happening outside of the changes in the natural world.
If I do a morning visit, say between 10 and 11:30, I get to wave to the train. Max barks and runs excitedly. I stand still as it passes because the markings on the bellies of each car, inevitably cause me to wonder. I know that graffiti can really annoy people, especially if it appears on historical sites. That annoys me also. But, given mobility, I think it’s interesting to think about the personalities that lie on the other end of the marks. I wonder about the place, time and character behind each tag. I wonder about the journey that the text has taken. In fact, I wonder so much that I will likely research some of them. Life is learning, right? I’ve got a lifetime of wondering ahead of me.
Today, I decided to just snap away as the train went by…loud roar on the tracks…bells serving as warnings for the city pedestrians, down the line a short distance. I have some favourites in this series. Finding a neat song to play at the same time…just a sec.