The bare law of nature

Foot-worn story
Alongside the path in City Park in New Orleans, sits these two weather-worn and kid-worn oak knobs. Years of tennis shoes and barefoot toes have polished them and laid them bark-free to the sun that finds its way through the trees.

Those were not mean-spirited encounters. Each little foot was enjoying this form of nature -- it was that love of experiencing nature that inspired each little foot rub.

The experience has brought out their grain. But most of all, it has taken two plain-looking knobs and turned them into things of beauty. Their story lies bare on their face..

Seems an almost universal law.

--steve buser

Lagniappe -- (a little something extra)

The fog doesn't let distractions sneak in. You're fully in the moment.

The quiet stillness of fog. One could say the focus of fog.

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