Saturday, 19 May 2018
Saying it, sharing it.
Street art is it's own language, known only to those you want to know it. In my youth you'd see people's desires carved into the bark of a tree or scrawled In black marker on any flat surface. If we were there then I'd have immortalised us. We weren't, so I did it virtually anyway!
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Early morn over the water
From the window of the bus, taking a day trip into town. It's nice to be a passenger; drivers miss out on so much.
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From the window of the bus, taking a day trip into town. It's nice to be a passenger; drivers miss out on so much. -
Fruit bats, hardly the silent type. I've not heard louder trees. Must be a lot to talk about. Maybe they're abusing the tourists. cr... -
One of the joys of life is being able to sit and watch other people's. Add a cold beer on a hot day and you find your capacity for watch...
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