With people and behavior, I can be an astute and detailed observer; but when it comes to my surroundings, I can be shockingly oblivious. More than once I have looked around in a familiar place and thought something along the lines of Gee, how long has that light fixture been there? “Familiar place” includes the home where I have lived for 10 years.
You probably think I’m joking.
This morning it thus came as no surprise when I walked out of the train station I always use, and discovered an interesting pattern in the juxtaposition of walkways and a bench. I’m reasonably certain they did not install all of this during the last week. Although come to think of it there was some construction there recently. So maybe for once I didn’t traverse the area 100 times without noticing this:
(The WP Weekly Photo Challenge asked to see layers.)
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Driving on a street that I drive at least twice each day, passing a house that I’ve passed at least 1,000 times, which I almost always look at because the front wall was broken and has been recently repaired, I noticed a backyard pool for the very first time the other day. How is that possible?
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Um. When the construction biz is slow, they can really move quickly?
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