Slowin' My Roll

I go out walking 2 or 3 days a week.  About 4 miles.  In circles.  Around a neighborhood down the road.  It is safe and quiet.  And if my ipod battery dies, I know exactly what route I need to take to get in the full distance.  

It is predictable. Predictable = comfortable (to me).  I find my pace and get it done. 

The neighborhood is nothing special, visually speaking.  It is young, so there are no grand old shade trees.  Most of the residents are probably too busy earning the money to pay for their little patch of land to do much landscaping.

That's not a criticism, btw.  My own lack of landscaping has nothing to do with lack of time.

The houses are fairly standard and repetitive.  Muted tones of vinyl siding do not make me wonder What kind of person paints their house that color?

The people are generally friendly, though, with mostly well-behaved dogs and cheerful children.

But sameness can become boring.  Annoying.  And I need to see with new eyes.

This morning as I headed out the door I grabbed my camera and chose to go for a stroll (as opposed to for a walk)  to allow me to look closer and see things beyond the obvious.

The houses and sidewalks and empty lots were still there, but that isn't where I focused my lens.

 

 

 

 

That's when boring became beauty.