On the way to the park, I usually pass an old apartment building. but I noticed everyone had moved out, weeds had grown all over the place, and yup, the cranes and wreckers came in to tear the place down.
Today though, besides the workers, there were other living creatures moving around on the mounds of dirt--there were two crows, hopping about, looking for...bugs? worms? I'm not sure what they were looking for. Little birds called Hakusekirei came too (I call them "My Silver-Tuxedoed Birdlings", because that's what they look like to me), but they flew away as soon as they saw me.
"Hey, you're up close today!" I called out to the crows; "Can I draw you?" But they didn't answer.
The crows seemed too engrossed in looking for whatever it was they wanted to fill their stomachs with, they didn't give me much notice. But maybe that's good. They didn't run away; in fact, kept coming back and letting me see what they looked like from various angles so I could keep drawing them.
Sometimes circumstances look like we aren't being given the attention we deserve, even being ignored. But maybe God knows it's better left that way.
