Seven Pounds of Art

Out for the morning routine with Bow, we were pleased to find these three recent issues a couple of blocks away from our front door. I think this makes me a junk gleaner not a junk thief. Probably no other magazine is left on front steps and lawns as a gift to the similarly aesthetically inclined by better heeled subscribers who just can't force themselves to dump them in the recycling bin. I'll take it as a good omen for the week ahead.