Some people call it graffiti, and some call it art.
While out running, [yeah, I said “running”]…
While out running, I came upon this cement structure completely covered with paint. I had to stop for a photo or two. I also took the opportunity to stretch and gather up a bit more motivation to keep going. I’m not sure if it was the heat or the little bit of pavement we pounded along the way, but this was not an easy one for me. It was, in fact, ugly. Thankfully, I had the good company of my friend, Cindy.
Speaking of ugly, the artwork was not the only mark left behind here. Unfortunately, there were also several empty cans of paint, discarded pizza boxes, paper bags, and an insane amount of broken glass on the ground all around it. That is not called art. That is called WRONG.