I took this photo the other day, and didn’t see the purple “art” until I downloaded it and looked at it today, in an airport lounge.
I was looking through photos to try to net my soul back into some semblance of coherence. A couple of weekend-less weeks, and some travel (Philly and back), and some crazy amounts of work, which included highs (enthusiastic endorsement of something we’d been working on in a fractured system for months, and dramatic lows (an agitated participant in one of our projects calling our process an insult to his intelligence and an egregious waste of time). Some weirdly floating loss about Barnett, who is now being supported by hospital. So all of my mindful photography and disciplined blogging disappeared… but here I am, reminded of what I find when I take the 5 minutes to look out the window and snap a photograph.