Looking up.

The city I call home has a checkered history. From early beginnings as a small fording place across the river Lagan, it has achieved international renown in a wide variety of areas.  As I walk around this city, I consistently notice new things, things from a past era hidden in plain sight. They point to a time when people had an eye to detail, when carvings, like the one in today's blip, were incised high up on gables, in places that few people would see. Why? Because there creators were craftsmen, they cared about what they did, whether or not others saw it! Today's world encourages us to live our lives in plain view, encouraging comment and adulation. It seems to me that the concept that we might do something, in secret, for others, is a diminishing value. Wouldn't it be great to recover the unseen acts of generosity?