See the Light of Day
I was walking across the bridge with my family when I came across this chic couple, likely tourists on a city stroll.
(photograph taken in Paris, France)
Sidewalk Swingin'
“There is a place where the sidewalk ends and before the street begins, and there the grass grows soft and white, and there the sun burns crimson bright, and there the moon-bird rests from his flight to cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black and the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow we shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow and watch where the chalk-white arrows go to the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, and we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go, for the children, they mark, and the children, they know, the place where the sidewalk ends.”
(photograph taken on the sidewalks adjacent to Weaver Street in Carrboro)
