Upon a Sunny Day

My daughter and I took a walk on Sunday morning to our local donut store, which is .8 miles from our house.  [I just Google mapped it] Between there and back, we saw Colonel Sanders and a whole lot more.

The Colonel is now living on top of a spire, high above a house down the street.

The Colonel would probably be pleased we have urban chickens in our neighborhood.

We have some colorful houses in our neighborhood.

And some historical architecture.

We have shoes available in church parking lots on top of electrical boxes.

We have ongoing yard sales, in which the sellers simply covers their merchandise until they’re ready to reopen.

We have flowers and some lovely yards and some unkept yards and as you can see below, we have a lot of art:

Murals.

Sculptures and paintings.

As I mentioned above, murals.

Abstract art, such as this web like piece that keeps growing.

We even have literature on the sidewalks.

Some of which goes to show our neighborhood has many who love the environment, although we do seem to have quite a bit of trash around.

There’s a loveliness, I believe.  There’s renewal and there is the unchanged.

Uniqueness abounds and there is no cookie cutter feel.

Here….our neighborhood.  Reflections of past and present.

“A community is the mental and spiritual condition of knowing that the place is shared, and that the people who share the place define and limit the possibilities of each other’s lives. It is the knowledge that people have of each other, their concern for each other, their trust in each other, the freedom with which they come and go among themselves.”
― Wendell Berry