During December, for our 30 Days Deep segment, we set out to walk for an hour each day, following in the theoretical footsteps of Dickens who used to walk up to 3 hours each day through the English country-side, or weave his way through the dark streets of London at night.
I tend to look down as I walk - something I'm actively working on. But I've come to realize that only when walking slowly and staring at the ground with no destination, no rush and no reason, do the small hidden treasures of your neighborhood reveal themselves.
That Golden Valley
iPhone Quality Pics of the Ground
- Emily Menges
Prove It.
Waiting at the Crosswalk Pt.1: And Do Small Hearts Break Soft?
Cat on a Beach Cruiser
Damp Jelly
Places To Go
(Flipped and typed out)
"The old man
Must have stopped our car
Two dozen times to climb out
And gather into his hands
The small toads blinded by our lights
And leaping live drops of rain.
The rain was falling
A mist about his white hair
And I kept saying
You can't save them all,
Accept it, get back in
We've got places to go.
but leather hands full
of wet brown life,
Knee deep in the summer
Roadside grass,
He just smiled and said,
They have places to go too."
Temporary Tattoos
Friendly Reminder
Please Wipe Your Feet Before Entering
Waiting at a Crosswalk Pt.2: And Try Not to Drop It
Self Reliance
That Golden Valley
iPhone Quality Pics of the Ground
- Emily Menges