My sidekick (Scooter, who else?) and I took off this morning in search of Christmas decorations. Very few were to be found. Wrong neighborhoods? Stick in the mud homeowners? No idea. But in my never-ending quest to take all interesting turns, down every possible side street, we found these glorious images.
Who took so much time to paint the walls in alleys?
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| On the outside, looking out |
This is art at its best, no one telling us about the Freudian symbolism or how we are supposed to interpret the juxtaposition, or if the model was the artist's mistress.
When we don't know, have no preconceived notions, we can project any meaning we like. We can look at the images over and over, see and feel something different every time. It's not at all like watching a repeat of a sitcom, with a built-in laugh track, and we know the outcome.
Today's trip made me so happy. I really needed color and silliness and rampant creativity.
Today's tune
I've been dancing in the kitchen to this. Hope the neighbors can't see through the windows.
Shiny, happy people – R.E.M.
Today's Gratitude
my lack of maturity
my tiny feet
lower gas prices
Griffin, always
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