Tuesday, October 9, 2012


Our street is under construction.  Rain washes brick dust into the street.  I doubt I could make anything as rich as these colors and shapes.

We're lucky to have new fire hydrants.  I wonder what they cost.

These marks signify something underground, something to take care not to disturb.

Is there any point to making art when there are such satisfying finds?

Yes.  I'm glad to find this artful sentence from Chekhov: "When one thinks of food, one's heart grows lighter."


  1. Thank you for these urban fine art images very much. The first one indeed great a find.

    Please have a good Wednesday.

  2. I bet fire hydrants are expensive. Nothing is cheap these days.

  3. Hi Mim
    I wonder the same these days - found art and nature's handwriting are complete expressions in and of their own. I am finding it more and more difficult to make art in the way I once did. Perhaps 'all' we need to do is notice and celebrate what's immediately in front of us? Those brick pigments are stunning! Love to you, Claire xo

  4. Are you trying to tell us that the rain is turning into a Pollock? I would agree, by the way. Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

    1. Perhaps I've been getting lazy and just want to find delightful things rather than going through the work of making them.

      All the best from Boston

  5. I would say that by photographing those things, you are "making" them somewhat. I know that some people might not agree with me, but in capturing an image and putting it on your blog, you're making people like me aware of the beauty your're surrounded by. Even if it's part of your everyday life. Therefore, you're "making" something.:-) In this instance, nature took the lead, though, or rain, at any rate. :-)

    Greetings from London.

  6. Someone once said to me that we would go mad if we noticed every blade of grass. But there is something about focussing on particulars, as you are doing here.

  7. Hello, Signs:

    I'm drawn to the details that surprise me.

    All best from Boston

  8. the more you shall honor Me,
    the more I shall bless you
    -the Infant Jesus of Prague