I’m always going to love street art. What’s not to love about generous, creative souls who package up magical little (or big) surprises for us as we go about our daily lives? Why do they do it? Just because. And I think that’s gold.
The air vents on the pavements and roads of New York are everywhere, and they're almost as iconic as the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building. When I lived in SoHo, those vents gave my dog nightmares, and he went to great and at times life-threatening (given the New York traffic) lengths to avoid stepping on them.
I wonder what my dog would have made of the vents if he’d been there when the trash strewn over them suddenly came to life.