8 AM.
An early morning walk along Pearl Street in downtown Boulder. It will be busy later but this is what I see now. A lone dog walker. A guy on a bike. A few people getting their morning coffee at one of the local independent coffee shops. Quiet.
I can walk a mile or so down one side of the street and return along the other side seeing what catches my eye without being distracted by people and traffic. It is an exercise in LOOKING up, down, and sideways. Stopping and starting. Seeing the ordinary, the overlooked, the mundane, and the discarded. Finding patterns, textures and colors along ONE street in a busy city.
Pearl Street mall
Pearl Street alley
There is construction and deconstruction.
There is art on the walls and on the street. There are artful window displays.
There are signs which inform and are usually not given a second thought as we hurry by. Well, maybe, sometimes.
Objects all lined up make a “group” if you see them that way.
There are patterns and textures. Look up, look down.
There are even some “underfoot” markings and graffiti.
Things left behind make me wonder about the “who” and “why.”
Nothing will be the same tomorrow.