Mindful, Day 18, Walking

I looked at some of the other images that I shot yesterday at LACMA and this one makes me laugh each time I see it. Going back to my original Mary Oliver poem -

Mindful –

Every Day I see and hear something that more or less kills me with delight, that leaves me like a needle in the haystack of light. It is what I was born for – to look, to listen, to lose myself inside this soft world – to instruct myself over and over in joy, and acclamation. Nor am I talking about the exceptional, the fearful, the dreadful, the very extravagant- but of the ordinary, the common, the very drab, the daily presentations. Oh good scholar, I day to myself, how can you help but grow wise with such teachings as these- the untrimmable light of the world, the oceans shine, the prayers that are made out of grass?

And in this case a photo of these feet walking by behind the sunscreen!