Walking along the sidewalk at the intersection of 8th & J, at the NE corner, I saw a Caucasian man in an orange shirt and painter pants kneeling directly towards one of the shade trees near the parking garage exit there. He bowed his head, drew his fingers through the small gravel at the tree's base, and chanted something in a low voice. Whatever the chant was, it seemed Buddhist in inspiration, but I don't think Buddhists are in the habit of kneeling towards trees.
Basically, I have no idea what sort of ritual I was witnessing.
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