Now and again, looking down can be rewarding. It can even be a joyful experience.
This descriptive heading was used initially by Rachel McAlpine, a Wellingtonian who happens to write poetry and strings a few more words together over at Write Into Life.
I just loved her creative heading, and with her permission, I have created a walk down a few paths to show you what the Squire and I have found while out walking during our travels.
To view Rachel’s click on the link below.
When we encountered this fantastic pavement art, quite a few years ago, we were speechless, a feat for me! At the time it looked so real, as real as a painting hanging up in some posh Chelsea Art Gallery, not on the streets of London. I have such an admiration for artists. Especially those that put so much of themselves and energy into creating their art onto a concise medium. This artwork will soon disappear with time or if the weather decides to turn inclement. Their art won’t be criticised or admired for years to come.
Maybe that is the reason?.
I do think though it will never be forgotten by many going by the number of cameras clicking. This is where the artists’ hard work was rewarded by charging people for capturing a longer-term appreciation of her artwork.
Then we walked around part of London were flowers on a dull summer’s day were our reward for venturing down this way.
Then a few years later, it was down another street we wandered, one in Western Australia. It is a small town with a significant appreciation of Art. The best kind of town, one that acknowledges differing forms of self-expression.
Don’t you think so?
Back to London a few years later to encounter a White Rabbit and its storytelling owner spinning a yarn of the non-existent virtues of this unperfect world we live in.
Which leaves me to hop along and finish this post of yet another path we have walked.