Nurture your Nature

113 West Broadway

Next to Office City the concrete alleyway sits straight as an arrow pointing south.

Admire the orange brick, red brick, pink or dark brick. There's nothing much else to look at.

Except for two pieces of art painted on a walled in window frame, the graffiti scrawled over it. Such disrespect, I note.

Yes, there are wires that once went somewhere, going nowhere on this tranquil day. A slice of sunlight reaches out, bright sliver between brick canyon walls. This way is narrow.

By the back door of Liquid Planet's coffeeshop one sees but does not hear an air compressor. It too just sits about. Behind the steel and concrete barrier, two gas meters, one dial chasing itself, the only movement at this vacant hour.

Above: a disjoined downspout, dry as a bone, and a counterweight to a metal staircase looming.

This alleyway ends at another where the parking garage rests and dumpsters overflowing show that this one's not abandoned.

Look back to the north. The way lies narrow, a concrete arrow that few seldom notice.

October 28th, Broadway just west of Higgins, Missoula, Montana

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