Last week...on a rainy day, I was drawn to Old Town.
The rain had beat down the leaves...the weak among them fell to the wet ground below...partially covering the intricate brick pattern in the old sidewalk. As I pulled back from the sidewalk, I noticed multiple layers of brick in different patterns and laid for different purposes.
The viewfinder was awash with brick...brick to walk on, brick to keep strangers at bay, brick to live within. Each style having it's own texture and color...highlighted by the steady light rain that continued to fog the lens. With the fallen leaves comes the musty smell of decay...one of the most recognizable scents of Autumn as the leaves begin to pile one on the other.
These old streets still allow the burning of leaves...another earthy scent that always reminds me that Winter is not far from these old streets. I am hoping the colors stay a while before they turn to the grays and whites of Winter.
1127 - Best to Wait - *Best to Wait* The future will come— You can worry in advance. Or you can just wait. . --- © J Cosmo Newbery 2017 ---
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