Last night, I went for a short walk and on the way back sat on a bench overlooking the Spokane River. There are two benches there. I glanced over at the second bench and noticed three pine cones. There is a pattern emerging here: one of me, two benches, and three pine cones. The cones were neatly organized and I wondered who left the art behind. The wonder was strong enough I share the picture and a few lines of poetry.
A gift received
Left by nature in some form
Maybe urban art.
Have a great July 11th, 2012
ivonprefontaine
Teacher as Transformer 