It was just an alley, after all. There wasn’t any real reason for it to feel different from any other alley I’ve ever walked down. But the progression of art and the rhythmic fences marking property boundaries gave it a bit of a formal feel. And the longer I stayed there, the more it began to feel special, like Important Things had just happened, and would happen again.

Or maybe paint fumes were getting to me…

along Fabrication Avenue
Dallas, Texas
photographed 4.14.2018