Renaissance (on the bus)

I'm beginning to think that being on the bus (which I rarely am) is in some way a momentary incubation box for thinking. It's one of the few places/situations that I allow my mind to wander freely without guilt of "time-wasting". Heading towards east end downtown Seattle yesterday afternoon (sniffing around for visual art truffles), I looked out the window thinking about the architectural differences between Seattle and San Francisco. My eyes were drawn again and again to this wedge of sunlight on this cropped view of a baby's hand between passengers. Something about the way the light illuminated it, the lithe and strangely elegant, "mature" movements from such a young child. Realized they reminded me of the hand gestures in Renaissance painting.

Detail. Coronation of the Virgin. Raphael, 1503.

I couldn't resist telling the baby's parents. His mom found it interesting that I picked up on that because they had noticed from very early on that he had always been very expressive with his hands.

hmm.....a renaissance, humanistic principles and ideals, re-birth.
Something pertinent to ponder at this juncture in life/career situations.