On today's walk I concentrated on images of often neglected stars. On a small stretch of the walk along the Charles there are several trees that have been damaged, maybe struck by lightning or some terrible calamity in the world of trees, and yet they continue—despite contortions and crippled trunks— to flower and renew themselves each year. Also, you'll see in the abandoned, windblown, sun-bleached scrap of paper I saw on the Mass Ave bridge the subtlest of colors and tones from which one could easily build an exquisite palette of colors for a home or office.
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