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  • I don't walk as often as I should anymore, but I try to walk when I can. And when I walk, my eyes are often busy - looking, looking, looking, searching for things that snag them. Not necessarily beautiful things, or even pleasant things... but usually interesting things, even though they may be mundane things.

    Like this square of concrete sidewalk. It's on a corner near my old high school - although the date tells me that it was poured years after I graduated.

    I love concrete stamps like these. I once saw one in my old neighbourhood in Toronto that was dated 1967 - the year I was born. This is 40-year-old concrete, I remember thinking.

    And this - this one in the photograph here - is 19. Older than most of the students walking across it on their way to the high school.
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