Sunday, February 2, 2020

Graffiti and Winter Underbrush

During the summer, I caught glimpses of this graffiti-painted culvert through the greenery that obscured my view. Now the leaves are gone and the bare limbs of the underbrush form an ambiguous tangle of lines and colors. Surely this would be the setting for a punk version of Sleeping Beauty. A rock and roll skateboarding prince would appear, ready to release her from the colorfully tagged prison. I suspect she would thank him then go on her way, a few new cans of spray paint in hand.