Today was a full, bright, happy kind of day. We walked in the sunshine toward the water and on the boardwalk, joining the weekend crowds in finally enjoying a summer weekend day that was not stormy or miserably hot.
Owners watched their dogs run with other dogs and play in the water. Families played together–a mother and two daughters tossing something to each other, a father and son digging an enormous moat for their castle, four toddlers simultaneously learning about the aerodynamics of a kite at the end of a string…and sharing.
We enjoyed the celebratory atmosphere and the air filled with bright music. Jazz Festival this weekend! Jazz-meets-Salsa looked fun, but was a little intimidating and quick for my sore back and out-of-practice feet. Dancing the fox trot to a couple standards played by a big band was more our speed, thank you very much.
The other day, my wife and I were exploring a new area, trying to see with a camera’s eye. It’s a challenging and exciting frontier for us both. We walked around, taking different shots from different angles. I took one photograph while a 
gentleman was walking by with a lady. He visually took in the area I was photographing and nodded, saying “nice, nice.” Then he paused and gestured to me, asking to see the photo I had just taken. We came together and looked at the display.
“That’s great,” he said. “It takes a brilliant mind to see art in the ordinary. It’s a beautiful thing!” He then joined back up with his friend, and he explained to her in another language what that was all about.
There is art in ordinary things. There are patterns and designs all around us. Music and dancing, families together, dogs chasing. Birdsongs and shadows, leaves and flowers. Smiles and frowns. A tear.
Thank you, sir, for stopping and sharing with me; affirming my joy, and helping me feel appreciated and understood.
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