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A shrine, of sorts
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
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Well, of course there was graffiti right next to the “no graffiti” sign. We would have been disappointed if there hadn’t been some.
along Fabrication Avenue
Dallas, Texas
photographed 4.14.2018
Beauty
If it’s this pretty, is it still graffiti?
along Fabrication Avenue
Dallas, Texas
photographed 4.14.2018
The graffiti houses of Portales: Coupe de Grâce
Another dead elm tree delivers the coup de grâce to an abandoned farmhouse. The only difference here is that this particular house has been decorated, for reasons that I can’t know.*
near Portales, New Mexico
photographed 3.30.2018
*My little granddaughter, Bennett, used to say “I can’t know.” when she really meant she didn’t know. It was a sad day when she moved on from that, but I’ve decided to carry the “I can’t know” torch for her.
Annotated bridge
The underside of the Pecos River bridge is a popular place to share opinions on a variety of subjects.
Puerto de Luna, New Mexico
photographed 3.25.2018
One Day | One Image 