Thank goodness that's over and done with

I really don't care much for the holidays.  Too much of the same people, over and over and over.  I need a new cast of characters.  Or to move Thanksgiving to August, to make more space between it and Christmas.

Before the holiday thing took over my life, I was working on a set of photos of patterns.  I'm kind of a pattern person, my brain sees patterns everywhere.  And the broken patterns, like those screens full of O's, with one Q stuck in the (not literally) middle.  I can pick out the wrong letter in a snap, without even looking.  Also, for that matter, the one missed note in a symphony.  It's not just my eyes, my ears do it, too.

It's going to take some time to backtrack, and find the pictures I was intending to post, so I'm not doing that now.  The list is on one of these post it notes that are laying all over my desk, I just have to find the right list.  Not now.

What I will put here is a photo I finally got a chance to take, tho I've been walking over and past it for months now.  I think it happened in the fall, when the leaves were first coming down.  And I always meant to stop and shoot it, but I'm usually attached to the dog at this point, who is dragging me down the street because something out there requires his attention.  Besides, it really doesn't look like much in the sun.  Or in the non-sun.  It's invisible at night, too. 

The perfect lighting is when it's raining in daylight, and the light is muted and soft, and there's enough wet to let it show up well.  We had a day like that, very recently, so after I brought the dog back home, I grabbed my camera and went out to get the shot.

I never really noticed, until I was looking at the picture, how interesting the texture of the sidewalk is, too.  You'd think concrete is just concrete colored, wouldn't you?