a beggar's collectible

I watched this as I waited at a traffic signal...

A smart bloke threw a paper rocket towards an old beggar passing by, obviously with an intent for some morning amusement for his fellow posse. The paper rocket hit the dilapidated human's head, behind his left ear and crashed on the ground. The posse had a laugh and the smart bloke was happy. The unassuming beggar picked up the paper plane, observed the clean straight lines, put it in his left pocket and continued to walk his way.

Except for the untoward act of self supremacy in this scene, there is nothing to think about, right? ... but it does make me wonder that what use the, happy guy's momentarily useful paper plane, is for the beggar. Maybe a toy for someone he cares? or maybe he has some artistic sense? or just likes to keep things that comes to him?

How important are the things we ignore?

... to dwelve into understanding us...

going nowhere...

row your boat
to a river bank
relax but not camp

row your boat
to next bank
smile but not attach

row your boat
to a place you find no one else
but yourself

my mauve dream

I had a special plan for this Sunday. I had a plan to paint. With only two useable colors, blue and mauve, i let my imagnition wander. Here it is...


... and it makes me realize that my imagination is not that bad! ;P