A fellow-blogger just posted something that inspired me. I guess my take was about judgement; and how not everyone chooses to be on the street. Sometimes - life happens, and for some, they can't find their way out.
Sequel - Missed Opportunity posted

His cardboard box surrounds him
dirt beneath his nails
his eyes downcast - heart broken
I need to know his tale…

Today, we are excited to celebrate that our Skype users – YOU – are spending more than 2 billion minutes connecting with each other!  2 BILLION MINUTES!

But just how big is 2 billion minutes, you ask?

That’s enough time to travel to the moon and back over 225 thousand times, walk around Earth more than 845 times or travel to Mars more than 5,400 times.

Across a startling orange bridge the two-storey pavilion was clad in gold leaf that glowed, mirror-like in the midday heat. At its crown an umbrella-shaped canopy, frozen in gilded timber, dripped with miniature bells that dangled and chimed in quiet unison. Rows of manicured bonsai beckoned down the winding path, its sun-bleached bricks laid carefully in herringbone patterns. I stopped, basking in the sound of wind chimes tinkering softly in the breeze, and the melodious tones of a guzheng plucked by expert fingers – its source a hidden loudspeaker in the bushes.

When I visited Takasago-an in 2011, many of Daizo Iwasaki's best trees were on display elsewhere. That did not, however, mean there was a lack of amazing bonsai to see. Gauging by numbers of each variety in the garden, Iwasaki was most fond of white pines. But with so many trees around, even less prevalent varieties, like the red pines below, could be counted by the dozen.

For many years, Daizo Iwasaki was known as Japan's premier bonsai collector. He maintained over 1,000 trees at his beautiful estate, Takasago-an, outside of Takamatsu in Shikoku, Japan. Just ahead of the 2011 ASPAC Bonsai and Suiseki Convention, Mr. Iwasaki passed away. His garden and bonsai collection remain as testaments to the trees he loved. Here are some views of his garden from my visit last year.