She's a very fine companion, encouraging me to take walks, slow down, and (cough) even smell the roses.
Lately, she's encouraged me to look at ordinary things as abstractions. What's up with that?
And, next thing you know, she's drawing me to brilliant colors, bent metal, shadows, geometry, weeds, signs, and the wonders of gardens.
So, here's a taste of the treasure the little unnamed wonder has helped me find . . . perhaps you could help me find her a name?
Anne, the urban gardener, wears a posy
Curled ironwork overlooking Interstate 94 in Minneapolis
A blue bench at Hunt & Gather shop in Minneapolis
Weeds growing in a parking lot in St Paul
Flower petal in a box at dusk along east side of our home
Chain on a dumpster
Weathered glass on a building near the Minneapolis farmer's market
Winged creature in Mr. B's garden
Beads of rain on a leaf in Eloise Butler Wildflower Garden in Minneapolis
Paint peeling off the east side of our home
Mother Nature's brand of fireworks
And my little point and shoot's name is . . .