This is a picture I did not take

of a solitary lampshade tipped-over on the sidewalk of a street corner at dusk, blown like a tumbleweed and rolling off the curb, crossing the street directly in the crosswalk, at the exact time when the pedestrian walk signal was lit, a nonchalant lampshade crossing the street in front of a white pick-up truck patiently waiting to turn, the red bulb of its right turn-signal flashing.