I am a country mouse. I grew up in a rural area where there are no museums and cultural events are a rarity. Our county courthouse is two stories and there are just a handful of buildings that require an elevator. Our idea of diversity here mainly involves Catholics and Amish. Most people look alike and have identical shared values.
It is exciting to visit a place that is tall and populated with people who look and sound different than what I know.
I never fail to look up when surrounded by tall buildings.
People watching on busy streets is a hobby.
I look up, down and all around to see and absorb as much as possible.
Artifacts of famous people like Abe Lincoln’s top hat are treasures to be admired and examined.
Places like Washington D.C. are a dream come true because the streets are lined with famous landmarks and museums filled with treasures.
Fancy art installations stop me dead in my tracks.
Even a subway station is potential subject matter for a photo.
Visiting the final resting place of our first President is moving and a moment of reverence.
Things that are different, things that are historic or noteworthy, things that others pass by without a glance are special to me. I feel sorry for anyone who can walk by a piece of history or a beautiful work of art and not see its value.
I’m a country mouse and I’m not shamed. In fact, I’m glad for that.
Denver has some magnificent street art and this is a perfect example.
Street photography is something I would like to do more often but I’m a bit timid about photographing strangers. I’ve heard horror stories about street photographers being verbally attacked by their subjects who do not wish to have their picture taken. She has a great presence and was so lost in thought I doubt she would have noticed me raise my camera but I shot this from the hip, just to be safe.