When we first moved here, I went for a walk in my neighborhood, and this Om symbol on the sidewalk caught my eye. I made a mental note to bring my camera and capture it. But life got busy, I forgot, and when I remembered to look, the ground was strewn with leaves. I hunted without success. Last weekend I went on a walk with my camera, intent on walking slowly and looking, really looking, at what was at my feet. I discovered quite a palette of interesting impressions in cement. As life would have it, I did not find my Om until the end of my walk. It’s a good thing, because had I found it early on, I may have contented myself to just photograph the one artifact and would have missed all the others (such as the leaf I posted a few days ago).