A Walk Under the Bridge

 My boyfriend and I walk under this bridge every time we go get groceries, or garden supplies or shopping, because it's about a ten minute walk from our house to the shopping center on the other side of this bridge. Usually I enjoy seeing the new graffiti, as most of it seems to be a form of expression and not gang or territorial marking... but they keep painting over the "tags". What I find odd is that just a few miles away there's a bridge which underneath has been totally painted in graffiti style it's now  some what of an attraction known simply as the "Krog  tunnel". Another thing I've noticed then is that if you follow the concrete wall I've photographed around the corner, there's a huge mural by one artist. I'd love for the Moreland tunnel to stop being painted over with white, so we can all paint all over it. And so since I have seen this one piece of protest I thought I'd immortalize some of the street art in this post. 

 I know this must be recent... and I posted that picture first on purpose. It's the only one that I think has a  current political message.

I just like the skull here : )

 This is facing us each time were on our way home from shopping.

This used to be a beautiful chain of paper ladies brushing each other's hair but after much rain and storm, there is but one lone lady left.

 

Expression > Territory... I like.

This is actually in the tunnel and my guess is that it's addressed to the Atlanta Graffiti Task Force...?

 Here is my boyfriend, standing next to Mr. Jetson, who had the dollar cup next to where his feet used to be.

 This is in the center between the two lanes of the bridge.

The jellyfish and others are some of tags I see all around the area I live, and repeatedly at this site.

I love the combination of concrete, nipples and rainbow rays of sunlight.
Happy late February, early spring.

Noel, Merry Crimby, little monsters.

My fav is the one with red eyes who's covering his mouth!

the OHNO is another tag we see all over the neighborhood.

 So then we got home, and I laid a hula (plastic, faux-grass) skirt on the ground. It came out of a package of random fun things from my uncle. Tigra made it her nest straight away. She's confused, she doesn't know she's a cat. Sometimes a dog, sometimes a bird... she also seems to have no idea that she is also indeed a typical scared-y cat, and an utter copy cat. We still remind her often that she's a chubby cat, which generates a belated "mew", suggesting that she knows she's fat, and convincing me she knows what we're saying.