Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Today's word felt very abstract, hard to illustrate without resorting to cliche. I took a few other photos, none of them really felt "true" to me.
Than, last night, as I walked under the Southwest Freeway on my way home, I saw this wall, with the marks of moisture seeping through some seams, some sprigs of greenery growing out of others . . .
I don't know why this feels like "pray" to me. I've tried to explaining to myself and started to write some of those explanations.
But perhaps it is better to offer the image and let you come to your own conclusions, if it moves you to think about it at all.