Mister and I were walking through Hollywood and I saw the scene shown above. I don’t know the purpose or meaning of all those old ballet shoes, but it was cool. And unexpected.
Walking through the city, I frequently come across street art. Sadly, I rarely take the time to photograph what I see. Sadder still, I don’t often slow down enough to really engage with the art or the scene. And that’s unfortunate. Art is all around. I love that about the city. When I don’t take the time to see it, I think I’m really missing out. Art feeds the soul. It certainly feeds my soul, at least.
Maybe those ballet shoes can represent a turning point for me. Maybe I can start paying attention to the art that lives all around me. It’s a good idea…