I’ve been to this place hundreds of times. It’s land that was once owned by a old relative of mine who loved growing things, especially trees. I’m embarrassed to say in spite of all those visits, I never really “saw” those magnificent trees. In this photograph my wife is touching one. To me, it looks like she’s patting the universe.
If this isn’t obvious let me explain. This photograph is of the deep love my wife has for her Granddaughter. It’s absolutely wonderful to watch!
I know, I know drawing on buildings is frowned on but, I would contend that this chalk landscape on our grungy Park Street subway entrance is someone’s desire to make the place a little happier and to a large extent they succeeded.
Everyone has at least one.
It was a gloomy, cool, rain spitting day and I was on my way to the Park Street subway station when I say this chalk drawing on one of its grubby walls. All of a sudden the sun came out.
This morning early it was gloomy, spitting rain and feeling like a “I’m not going out if I don’t have to.” kind of day. However, that feeling vanished once I looked out our back window into the enclosed courtyard below.