Don, sometimes I don’t look up as much as I should. For quite awhile, I worked on a series, “Building Tops” – http://www.pbase.com/keithbg/building_tops&page=all. I was forever walking into things at that time. The funniest incident I had was down in Soho, on Greene Street. I had just gotten new shoes. Dark blue suede. Really comfortable and quite hip. I was walking long looking up watching the light and shadow play off the top of a building. The next thing I knew, I was ankle deep in wet cement. I did not see the fresh cement the workman was smoothing out. I looked down, and looked at him. He had the most bewildering look on his face. I smiled as if nothing happened and walked on, so pissed that I just ruined a brand new pair of shoes. When I returned home later, I had to dye them black.
Keith, I understand this.Sometimes I look up like a kid in wonder and just get lost in what we will leave behind.
ps…my grandson got me to be able to post on WP.
Don, sometimes I don’t look up as much as I should. For quite awhile, I worked on a series, “Building Tops” – http://www.pbase.com/keithbg/building_tops&page=all. I was forever walking into things at that time. The funniest incident I had was down in Soho, on Greene Street. I had just gotten new shoes. Dark blue suede. Really comfortable and quite hip. I was walking long looking up watching the light and shadow play off the top of a building. The next thing I knew, I was ankle deep in wet cement. I did not see the fresh cement the workman was smoothing out. I looked down, and looked at him. He had the most bewildering look on his face. I smiled as if nothing happened and walked on, so pissed that I just ruined a brand new pair of shoes. When I returned home later, I had to dye them black.