or the joys of the unexpected. Which is nothing less that reading -- whatever. The unexpected almost always makes me smile, brings me joy. Much like the unexpected ping of pepper or bite of lemon peel in a dish. Unexpected yet welcomed. Or a few words placed on a page as an unexpected landscape waiting to be read. Pure unexpected joy. Of course, walking is a state of reading -- whatever.
In the pathway to the barn, he placed his creations
ReplyDeletebeneath the little spotlight. When I visited, I walked the path
and felt his progress through the shame and strength
of polished aluminum, coated with color cooked on top.