After a few weeks of writing about art on the Beltline several things have become clear. My first realization is that art happens all around the Beltline. I thought that before — having spent a year exploring — but now I know it for sure. Beltline art is as diverse — murals, sculpture, statues — as the people who enjoy it. Another thought I have is that my paying attention skills have been strengthened by taking the time to see and reflect. I notice myself noticing more, and telling about it more, now. Setting the intention to see makes seeing possible. Most importantly, I am seeing more beauty in this incredibly hard world. The beauty of weathered railroad iron. The strength found in repurposing. The reflection of stainless steel. All of it decorates the first week of spring.