Show me the doors
Had a rare field trip today. Went to one of the "old buildings" that my employer still has offices in, a building I and my group used to frequent on a daily basis 10 years and more ago. I took the opportunity to walk across downtown Oakland from the lake and the Kaiser center to the Lake Merritt station area.
Encountered the Heron perched on the traffic sign. There are usually quite a few Herons mixed in with the other types of birds at the Lake Merritt Bird Refuge. They seem to be slow birds, reacting to movement more than perception -- I'm contrasting them with Seagulls, which seem very perceptive before they act. So what was this Heron telling me today as I journeyed to my old familiar destination? Turn left perhaps.
Before I could bring myself into the building waiting for my computer support, I was drawn to these old Oakland houses, neighbors of the Open Door Mission on Oak St. Lovely light for this snapshot. How buildings such as these survive the economic tides is a mystery to me, a charming mystery.
There are doors everywhere for us to step through. Sometimes there are only doors.
Encountered the Heron perched on the traffic sign. There are usually quite a few Herons mixed in with the other types of birds at the Lake Merritt Bird Refuge. They seem to be slow birds, reacting to movement more than perception -- I'm contrasting them with Seagulls, which seem very perceptive before they act. So what was this Heron telling me today as I journeyed to my old familiar destination? Turn left perhaps.
Before I could bring myself into the building waiting for my computer support, I was drawn to these old Oakland houses, neighbors of the Open Door Mission on Oak St. Lovely light for this snapshot. How buildings such as these survive the economic tides is a mystery to me, a charming mystery.
There are doors everywhere for us to step through. Sometimes there are only doors.
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