Sometimes, when walking the cold, dead pavement of the city streets, it’s a gift to look up and see, beyond the concrete blocks with aggregate exposed, there are clouds floating under blue skies. There is a freedom beyond this catacomb of bleary-eyed cubicles. We can see there is hope above us, something to guide us away from the grey-skinned paper pushers and hacking athsma-birds.

On my knees, photography, I beg thee in thine mercy, let me capture the peace I see in the sparrow, the peace in knowing I can fly away. Please remind me, through these very images that I’ve captured (and really drink in that word “capture”) that I’m not like you in this way: that I can never be truly captured. Get me out of this broken-phone town.

Walked around and took some pics of downtown on a lunch break.