Friday fragments . . .

Not much walking today so there's only a few shots and no profound thoughts about the secrets of the cosmos as expressed in the disintegrating sidewalks of Boston. First, two doors from a Church in Žďár nad Sázavou Czech Republic as donated by Phil:



Along Beacon Street, just as Brookline turns into Brighton, I saw this architectural detail preserved in time:

And on the sidewalk in front of the building, in the exact same tones, but in the fragility of decomposing fabric, I saw this particle of what once was a piece of clothing worn on someone's back:
Late in the evening, this image came in from my brother who's just back from Australia and a visit to his friend's alpaca farm there somewhere near Canberra. The tones are soft beiges, but the subject matter is so different and the hue so much warmer than the stone details above.

A few feet away from the Beacon St. building, just near the entryway of another row of connected early 20th century condos I saw these vibrant periwinkle blue hydrangeas.


And a few moments later, shot this picture up into the canopy of a tree as the light was disappearing for the day.