photo: Mustafah Abdulaziz for The New York Times
Friday, November 12, 2010
Be content and celebrate the work of tiny hands.
Bicycling home five miles from a mechanic's garage the other morning with Sweetheart — 35 degrees and a great gust to cleanse the lungs — we came upon this small alter along the side of the road, placed upon an old tree stump.
Me without my camera. Me always liking the eyes as the first camera.
We promised ourselves we would bicycle back with camera in a day or two and take a photograph. All is well.
Maybe missed by every other driver and respectfully left alone by walkers and other bicyclists that may happen by.
Cairns of the small hands, simply awaiting.
photo © bob arnold