The Sculpture Downtown

“Okay, five oh four is your change back,”  The cashier leaned over the counter and handed Jack Altomare four pennies, then a five dollar bill.  “You have a great afternoon, sir.”  She said.

“Thanks, you do the same.”  Jack said.  He slipped the money into his pocket and picked up the paper bag full of organic groceries.

“Would you like your receipt today?”

“No, you can toss it.”

Jack walked out of the store.  The weather was fairly enjoyable for February:  Upper forties with plenty of sunshine.  Most of the snow on the downtown streets had melted away, and groups of people milled about the sidewalk.

He reached the corner and was patiently waiting for the light to turn red when he changed his mind and continued on down the road–  He decided that taking a longer route back to the studio was a better idea.  It had been a long, cold winter and he was enjoying the walk [Despite the extra weight of the groceries tucked under his arm.].

Ten minutes later he was standing in front of his favorite sculpture downtown.  It was located on the corner of 101st and L Street, a giant concrete behemoth  nestled up next to the entrance of an unmarked skyscraper.

Jack  found an available bench nearby and sat down to contemplate the work of art for the thousandth time.

sculpture downtown

[Original writing  & photography by J. E. Lattimer]

© 2012, 2013 J. E. Lattimer all rights reserved

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