My dad and I were outside with the usual eclipse essentials: a homemade pinhole camera and five pairs of polarized sunglasses stacked together like a modern art sculpture. As a result, we could see either a tiny version of the eclipse or a blurry one.
On the pavement, on fences, and neighbor's garages, the leaves of our front yard foliage had transformed into thousands upon thousands of eclipses, scattered about like hole punch refuse on New Year's Eve. (At least that's what my family used for confetti.)
So, welcome to the neighborhood and happy eclipsing!