This morning, walking under skies of high fog, I came upon this collaborative yet quite unintentional landscape painting, painted on the only canvas available -- a telephone pole.
The official yellow strapping echoes the cheerful yellow flowers edging up to the sidewalk. The white spray paint captures the exhalation of jasmine spilling on the fence. The black tagging disappears under the misted white spray paint just as the black wrought iron fence disappears beneath that waterfall of jasmine, and the more subtle fades of black spray paint that climb the side of the telephone pole reach as poignantly (and as unsuccessfully) for the sky as do the pale thin black lines of utility wires above.
And the pink heart translates the plum tree, labeling it correctly for what it is: the Heart of the Matter.
Collective, connective communication, rewriting the natural world.
Human Rights: a Fairy tale
Spring water filtered through stone
Air becoming wind
Nights without guns, mornings with sun
And the patience of eyes.