downtown

When Dorothy and her friends arrived in Oz they were picked up by a cabby in a horse drawn carriage. Dorothy asked why the horse is a different color. "I've never seen a horse like that before!" she says. The cabby responds, "No, and never will again, I fancy! There's only one of him, and he's it. He's the Horse of a Different Color you've heard tell about!"

I've been thinking a great deal this week about vision-how it happens, how it affects community, how it morphs (and sometimes transmogrifies) from wild, bold ideas into something people can work inside and celebrate.