Stamford has a lot of statues. WWI, immigrant experience, etc. The usual.
However, when first driving into town, I was horrified to find lifelike statues on street corners or even lying on public benches at every turn. (Only much later did I find out that every year Stamford hosts a different outdoor statue exhibit. This summer was devoted to the work of Seward Johnson.)
The exhibit included this Ginormica-sized status of Marilyn Monroe which lorded over Latham Park near my apartment building.
But the most horrifying discovery was this nearby vacant lot used for storage of the statues as the exhibit was disassembled!
The most shocking thing to me about seeing the change of season, day by day, is the awareness of the incremental passage of time. Growing up & living in So Cal, as it turns out, is just a blur of eternal summer.
This is the view out the window by the elevator when I get home from work.
The downside of living on the 
I walked outside to discover several of the nearby streets were blocked to traffic. An arts fair was overlapping with a farmer’s market. (Apparently it’s a thing on summer weekends.)
How has it taken me this long to realize that I’m living in the same Stamford as “the Stamford Branch” of Dunder-Miflin from the U.S. The Office?