Because I happen to be there and have the time, I walk for miles across the city, getting to know it step by step. So when I pass an empty alley, it seems random that I should be there at that time and place, an accident, a fluke or a blessing that I should be there at the right time to witness the sun at just the right altitude and azimuth to perfectly cast shadows and reflections in mathematically-satisfying patterns. No one else stops in admiration. No one else bothers to look. They are too busy going places to glance at this place which is, after all, just a humble alley, even if it is transfigured by the light. I look. I see. I wonder. In the right light, might we too be transfigured?


Photo of an alley at 2141 K. Street, N.W. in Washington, D.C. at 12:52 p.m. on Sunday, March 31, 2019.
Photo and text copyright 2019 by Danny N. Schweers.

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Kay wrote:
Wow and what a perfect Easter week posting.
Thank you and Happy Easter.

Royster wrote:
Danny, have a blessed Holy Week and a joyous Easter -- the Light that transfigures us all!

Mary Pat wrote:
loved today’s musing, and relate to it strongly. I often feel ecstatic (and fortunate) witnessing such ephemeral moments as you have captured here

Maryann wrote:
And with God's light, is our humility made divine?

Hugh wrote:
You got a great image out of the DC landscape! That is quite a feat.

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