My mum used to say “Look where you’re going or go where you’re looking!”
We tend to keep our eye on where we’re putting our feet because we don’t want to step in yuk, trip up, bump into something or somebody. So we rarely scan skyward.
Waiting at the bus stop I admire the magnificent Blackpool Tower. It’s impressive. All five hundred and eighteen feet of it. Wish I had a big fat lens.
What’s that bloke doing up there?
Back in St Annes walking past the Lifeboat Monument, for the second time in the day, I glance up and wish I had a big fat lens.
What’s that bird perched on the lifeboatman’s hat?
Looking down rings the changes for the day