Keep the eye open and look for new artifacts in the spaces we inhabit with such frequency that we risk becoming otherwise unaware.
I had never noticed this spot before. I pulled up the street. The same old street as I aways do and waited at the same stoplight, just like I've been doing for the past three years. My eye was carried just beyond the light where sits a retired lot, asserting its presence. It is as if it attempts to extend itself until someone takes notice.
Color and texture on walls leads me to find what is on the other side and what may be around the back. I finally rest my eye on a window, singing the praises, wrapped in sweet, sweet blues. I open up a conversation.