Walking San Francisco has taught me what a strong drive we feel to make our mark on our surroundings. The public sidewalks are prime targets of our itch to get our two cents on record, usually with paint or chalk. But occasionally the opportunity comes along to leave our messages in the concrete itself.
Some messages are upbeat.
Others are merely enduring irritants.
There's a question.
Once upon a time, union concrete finishers left their stamp.
Some leavings are personal ...
... others make a broader appeal.
Underneath our feet, some critters know when the only answer is a nap.
1 comment:
I like a series with a theme like this. The kitty is especially pleasing.
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