Walking Harwood

Walking the same four blocks of Harwood Street each morning, a few of the things I've seen... More to come. It keeps this walk interesting, these strange sequences of things. Earlier this week it was the tiniest dead bird, a broccoli stalk, then a fallen nest. For a couple of weeks I watched the same abandoned 4-year-old's pink rain boot move from the curb to the top of a mailbox, to a bush, and then finally disappear.