The art of war

I've been walking to work, off and on, for about 10 months.  There are only so many variables in the route, so at this point I'm familiar with the landmarks and each street's little quirks.  It makes it more challenging (but also fun) when I'm taking my #dailydenver pictures, because it forces me to try to find interesting angles or to see things in a new or different way.

But still, every once in a while, I do get the surprise of seeing something that I have not seen before.

Last week, it was this:

I have no idea what I'm looking at here. #dailydenver #walktowork #capitolhilldenver #wut

A photo posted by Wendy Jacobs (@wendyalisonjacobs) on Aug 7, 2015 at 7:46am PDT

Today, it was this:

Ready for battle. #dailydenver #walktowork #toytanks

A photo posted by Wendy Jacobs (@wendyalisonjacobs) on Aug 18, 2015 at 8:16am PDT

It reminded me of my brother Joshua, who used to love playing with army toys.  When we were living in India, I opened the freezer one day to discover an elaborate winter battle scene, complete with fallen soldiers who had made the ultimate sacrifice and spilled their blood (i.e., ketchup) in the freezer frost snow.

Looking at that toy tank, standing guard in front of its owner's house, made me smile with the thought of little boys' imaginations, and the intensity of their vision of the world as it was, or might be someday in the future.