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Morning Spot

Deer

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Sunrise
Lately I have been taking my morning walk to the camera shop. To pick up negatives and also to drop off my next roll to be processed. I could drop all of my unprocessed rolls of film off in one go but this is more fun because I get to walk there again. I get to see things and I love that.
This is what I saw today:
People waiting to go someplace and people going places. A couple waiting at a cross walk. Old men sitting at bus stops. A business man running into a bakery to get his daily coffee and perhaps something sweet before running out and off to work. A man wearing a nice suit riding his bike, perhaps to a corner office, maybe for work, maybe for an interview. An old woman waiting on the sidewalk for someone to give some change or a buck or two, or someones leftover Thai food. Students dressed in their chefs attire going to Le Cordon Bleu to cook up something decadent and impressive for class.
I saw babies in strollers being pushed around by mothers and nannys and more babies hanging from their fathers chest in carriers. Awake and interested in all the new things they were seeing through their new eyes and fresh perspectives. Waiting for nothing. Just enjoying being alive I think.
I saw homing pigeons waiting on rooftops before flying in circles around the city square, like beautiful waves in the sky.
A woman who, like me stopped to admire them, waited for them to finally disappear behind some building before continuing on with her day. She looks at me when they do and says, “Wasn’t that beautiful!” as we pass each other in the cross walk, both of us going to our someplace. It was.
At the camera shop I wait for help and then chat for a while with the woman behind the counter. She likes to take pictures of small things that no one else notices. She hands me my negatives. I hand her another roll of mystery film that she says will be ready by the afternoon but I will be back in morning.