I scored some sweet new graffiti a while back. Always makes my heart happy.
I hope the graffiti-ers have clouds of good feelings following them around.
This one was on such a beautiful wall, too. On the other side was a teensy little cemetery dating from 1805.
Do you know the best thing about these lovely graffitis? They were all in the same city.
And that city was New York.
(!!!!!!!)
Who knew a Canadian beach hermit like myself could fall so deeply in love with a place like New York. But I did.
Maybe it was the graffiti?