As my son and I sat at the stoplight, he pointed up through the windscreen to the clouds above us and said, “Look, it’s like a painting—you can even see the brush strokes!” Which was a good description, because these were not the common heavy grey or even puffy white variety of clouds, they were streaked and lined and spotted as if an artist had come along and dripped and wiped the last remnants of white from his paintbrush against a deep blue drop-cloth.
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Doodles On A Masterpiece
As I pulled the car into a spot at the edge of the parking garage I saw the sky shine bright blue between the rough block wall and the concrete deck above me. Further down the wall on the right I noticed a tree branch leaning in—green leaves detailed against the grey expanse. Moments before I had been driving under the open sky with living things growing all around, the hills in front and the sea behind me. Now, I was enclosed in a concrete case of re-formed rock, where every earthly material was repurposed beyond recognition. Those materials must have come from nature originally—they had to—but the ways we work with nature are often a stark contrast to the ways nature itself works.
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