Awe-inspiring and dizzifying. What a gift, to share this view with us!

In a past life, I worked at the children’s museum in the distance, just over the north end. While walking to work one morning, a gust of wind kicked up and blew a piece of detritus right into my outstretched hand. Like magic. It happened to be a pretty large paint chip. Maybe to some, it’s garbage. To me, it’s golden.