Anyplace I stand

There is too much to see. Not in the aggregate, there are too many sights to see, though that may be true too. There is a surplus of detail to take in. Any given point in the city, it hardly matters where, I could stop and stand for a half hour at least, just to process all the visuals. The multitude of textures on a wall. The terracotta detail. The ironwork grill. The shape of the windows, reaching upward five stories, the manner of the sills, the roof tiles, the hanging arches two stories over the alley, the moss growing on those arches, the wash hanging to dry on criss-crossing lines two and three stories up. At the entrance to this little slot canyon a man walks by, trailed by his little dog wearing a red jacket. Then a vegetable cart, then another, and I realize that the market nearby is closing down for midday and the vendors are moving their produce. The camera and tripod are set up with all these details in the frame and I’m waiting for another vegetable cart to finish the shot, but one rumbles behind me and I’m blocking the way. One of these days I’ll get to the sights. But while I have good weather the compelling sights are down any alley I choose.