Cross Town Loop: Strands

There can be more stuff to see on the Cross Town Loop this time of year.  Even typical sights are enhanced. The iridescent purple of blooming penstemon growing out of the rocky soil beside Powerline, for instance. Or the student projects in the courtyard the Pomona College art studio, and though I couldn't quite capture the color of the different strands against the blue of the sky, the challenge is encouragement to try again.

I was thinking about those strands, noting how they resembled the tire tracks in the dirt I had ridden through twenty minutes earlier, how they converge in places, overlapping for varying lengths but, ultimately, diverging. The strands, the tracks, are not unlike the paths of people we know, or have known, during our lives - separate paths merging, crossing, for varying lengths of time, distances of space.