groovy graffiti

I’d like to say that I took this cool photo of a wall of graffiti, but my protégé, Mr. bookbabie, actually snapped this one. We spent the afternoon on Sunday in downtown Detroit capturing some urban scenes and I think this is my favorite of the bunch. We had a great time, wandering around taking pics and talking to people. It’s funny, when you’re draped with camera equipment people are so friendly and much more willing to stop and chat with a total stranger. We ate lunch in Greektown sitting at a bar in front of several flat screen TV’s and watched the British Open and the baseball game that was going on a few blocks from us. The Tigers lost, Harrington won, and all the while I tried not to think about my mom’s continuing serious health problems. I failed of course, but I am learning that all you can do sometimes is put one foot in front of the other and keep moving. There’s a line from a poem by Emily Dickinson that I love, “Hope is a thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” Isn’t that just what hope feels like? Like a pair of tiny white angel wings wrapped around your breaking heart, holding it together.