Flowers vs. spray paint

Today, while searching out a tradesman in an area full of vacant buildings, I came upon the usual ‘art’..tedious expressions I tire of seeing…reflections less of rebellion or creativity than self imposed ostracism and purposeful assault. But, that is another story.

No, I was at a dead end, surrounded by vacant buildings, abandoned and tired looking. There in a plot of dry, overgrown dirt nudged up against an old telephone pole was an effort by another type of artists, whose hands I doubt had touched a spray can of late. Flowers blooming, unattended, surviving with vivid contrast to asphalt, concrete, weeds and broken windows. Beauty surviving amidst the negative vibes. Nice