Walking across Smock Bridge today I was keeping an eye on dirt collecting on the sidewalk thinking about the painters Robert Motherwell and Clifford Still. 20th century abstract painters I used to hate when I was younger, but have grown to love as I got older. I also saw many other things in the shapes including this funny little toy poodle. I stopped for a second to imagine us walking together on this bridge. Some people look up into the clouds to use their imagination. I tend to look down at the ground. It also helps me from tripping over stuff.
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