My husband smiles and shakes his head when he sees me taking photos of the ground. He's become accustomed to it by now though and even realizes that sometimes I get some really cool images.
That said, I'm not quite sure what he would have thought had he been with me Saturday
as I knelt in front of the Natick fire house to photograph the crosswalk. Thankfully, all was quiet as I knelt there, admiring the
wonderfully graphic patterns created by Massachusetts weather, the weight of the fire trucks and maybe even by human feet.