Blue is my favorite color.

My car is blue. My favorite nail polish is blue. My childhood bedroom was blue.

Summer 2018: I start really noticing utilitarian doors, ladders, grates and railings. All painted bright, rich blue.

Like Frida’s house.

I snap photos and
collect them. It becomes an unstoppable need.

The art of looking and noticing.

A deeply satisfying layer added to every stroll around the block. A rich, confident blue.

I soak up these moments when I walk. Seeking them out and stowing them away.

A calm touchstone after a long day.

A game of “I Spy.”

A letter between us and whoever left it there.

Me, you and utility blue.