Sunday, February 28, 2010
This time of year, it feels like there is only slush and garbage and plastic bags windsocking in the trees.
Inspiration is hard to come by.
Last week I went to another city, another country. They do things differently there.
I felt like the world's last pedestrian, wandering through webs of parking lots, malls and chain restaurants. The emptiness was huge. No row houses, no stroller jams on sidewalks, no one flying through stop signs on bike.
It just wasn't crowded or dirty or slushy enough, either.
Good to be home. Even in February.