From the Outside

Another Sunday drive through downtown Tulsa, Oklahoma.  The buildings always catch my eye.   This was what stood out to me on this particular day.week off in april 8mkt 018
I couldn’t help but wonder who lived on the other side of these upstairs windows. Were they watching me as well?

I was quickly distracted by the beauty of a line of trees.  “Stop the car if you can”, I said.  Hubby pulled over.  I had to study what was before me.  There were beautiful flowering blooms mixed with tender new green leaves.  How could I have missed seeing this combo for all these years?!?!  These were mature trees, and they were changing seasons right before our eyes!week off in april, 415

Then came to mind a question someone had asked me recently. “So what do you do?”  An innocent enough question, right?  But it caught me off guard and I’m not even certain what response fell out of my mouth.  “What do I do” was like asking “Who are you?”  or “What do you wanna be when you grow up?”  “Have you done anything with purpose?” “Are you important?”

So back to this tree.  It was like looking at myself from the outside.  Coming and going at the same time, but it was on a path. No explanation necessary.  Smile.



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30 Responses to From the Outside

  1. Beautiful! The brick and the windows make such a great contrast!

  2. Wow that rainbow is amazing and I love brick buildings!

  3. Jeannette from the CA coast says:

    Makes me want to go up and knock on their door. I want to see who lives in this interesting place:)

  4. With no paying job, I never quite know how to respond to that question either… And I always end up trying to explain why I (don’t) work, when in actuality work more than most people do. I just don’t get paid for it 😉

  5. viveka says:

    Great gallery again … all my points goes to the top photo, have a fettish for windows, doors and hanging laundry. *smile … just love the contrast between the rough bricks and the soft window dressing.

  6. russtowne says:

    I like these photos and your comments.

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  8. “So what do you do?” can be a question that can jolt one awake sometimes. I am going through a reflective time trying to answer that one myself. So adding that question to the mix in your telling of your Sunday drive certainly made me think today.

  9. ly says:

    What have you been doing? is a question that comes when folks know you’ve retired. It bothered me at first because I had been doing a thousand things a day and now? The answer I now give is–whatever I want to do!

  10. says:

    I don’t like that question “so what do you do?” It’s uppity as if I might not meet with their approval. I’ve gotten old enough that I’m likely to pop off with some shocker like, “I’m a redneck” just to see the expression on their face. Likely an expression of sheer horror.

  11. I’ve never been to Tulsa that I didn’t get miserably lost. Actually, about all I’ve tried to do is drive around it and I don’t manage that so well either.

  12. Paula, these photos are beautiful that work wonderfully with a really excellent, thoughtful post. A very fine piece of writing.

  13. adinparadise says:

    Loved this post, and your photos are excellent. I think Ly’s answer to the question is just perfect. I’ll remember it for next time. 🙂

  14. Thanks and Agree… awesome response! 😉

  15. Lynda says:

    Your lovely tree is a Redbud, but you probably already knew that. I loved Ly’s answer as well!

    I won’t ask you what you do. It is obvious. You see the world differently, photograph it, and then talk about it intelligently with your readers. You have a gift. Thank you for finding me today!

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