The morning began with our usual walk.
Then Buster discovered the key to life glued to the sidewalk. (22nd St at 9th Avenue). Something to think about.....
The artist known as ShinShin was busy adhering cut outs of fruit on an otherwise rather dark graffiti pile.
She added some grass to the multi-layered assemblage....
Here a weed grows up beneath a picture of the much graffited tomb of Jim Morrison. More to ponder.
Then
a vision of loveliness and her attendants appeared. "Would you like me to put up my parasol?" Yes, yes, of course....
So she did...
then hailed a cab
and vanished off in it to her wedding in Central Park.
