Off The Wall
So we sit in our cars driving to where we are going. Or we walk quickly to where
we are supposed to be. We gaze at the traffic lights, or the other drivers, or
someone walking on the sidewalk, or crossing the street. We LOOK but we do not
SEE. We are isolated from our surroundings.
The cracks in the walls, the puddles on the streets, the shapes, the textures,
the colors, the graffiti. The decay that becomes beauty.
I see its essence . . . and I photograph it, for all to see.
I live here.