Reciprocal Refractions...

Yesterday, another day in the labyrinth of the concrete, was ordinary. When the time came, I saddled up for my afternoon caffeine safari. This routine requires walking past the U.S. Government Printing Office. The one-city-block building is an architectural relic...the agency's nomenclature even betrays its status as an endangered species imperiled by the digital age. As I strode through the maze, an orange-yellow taxi whizzed past. Minutes later and with an unsweetened double espresso in hand, I retraced my steps.

Hours later, at home, I heard the kids scream. "Papa! You HAVE to come see this." I turned another page of my novel. "PAPA! Bring your camera!" They all ran outside with their cameras. I followed with my own. The resulting encounter was a welcome disorientation within the labyrinth of the abstract. We stared. We took photographs. The neighbors joined in.... (Click on the rainbow to search for the leprechauns.)