I try to have my little Canon with me at all times.
On the occasions I've forgotten it, I've found myself reaching
into my pocket, then patting all my pockets
like a driver who's mislaid her keys.
Among the best times to have my camera are when I find
unintended art, such as this patch of bared brick.
The building where I saw it is undergoing a remodeling
and renovation, which evidently includes repairs
to its stucco surface.
I loved the subtle traces of the brick
underlying the beige coloration of the cement,
the way the white garage door balances
the red shape of the mitten. And that one red
brick anchors the mitten, giving it
the weight to stand with the white square.