And while you think on that, I would like to show you the art of David Zinn, who draws on sidewalks with chalk, knowing that it will wash away with the next rain. (If you have Instagram, go follow him. It’s a long gallery of fascination with what is obviously in front of me and what could be there, as well.) His townfolk of Ann Arbor starting noticing charming little creatures peeking at them from cracks in walls and the realistic “sky holes” he would sneakily draw underfoot. Now his work has become quite famous, due to social media and internet reports from people surprised by the unexpected, placed free, for their pleasure. From his website I quote:
“David’s temporary street art is composed entirely of chalk, charcoal and found objects, and is always improvised on location. ”
I love the impracticality of doing something enchanting just for the joy of doing it and bringing joy to others.
wocket in my pocket 
Oh, how fun! I hadn’t heard of this man before.
I struggle with this feeling about motherhood, and that the things I do don’t really have value because they never stay done. Thanks for reminding me about perspective.
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