Mixed Messages Street Art
Seen along the West Side Highway. This graffiti is simultaneously saying: Peace, (or Victory) Fuck You, I Love You. Quit messing with my head, artist!
Bodhi
Bodhi is the one who starts jumping on me every morning starting around 5:30am, and bat-bat-bats my face with his paw, claws-extended. He doesn’t hit me hard enough to pierce the skin, but just enough to give his bats an emphasizing sting. If that doesn’t work he bites my nose or climbs up on the pillow and bites my head. He bites my freaking head! If my hand or foot is extending out from the covers they become fair game to bite on.
He’s also the one who leaps up into my arms from the floor. It’s irresistible. In exchange, I take him for a walk around the apartment, showing him things he can’t jump up to. This was Finney’s favorite thing, so it always makes me a little sad, but Bodhi loves it too. (Bali does not like to be picked up or carried. Bleecker has mixed feelings.)
Street Art I Liked
Seen on 11th Street, on my way to work. I love when art is low to the ground. It’s like art for fairies and leprechauns.
“Thirty years ago, we had a chance to save this planet.”
A haunting, upsetting, infuriating article about a missed chance to minimize the effects of global warming. I am so grateful to the people who researched the article, the author, and especially all the heroes named within the piece, who tried to do something about this looming nightmare.
The sign at Fort Tryon Park which is the same as the one in the movie The Cat People. It always makes me happy to see it and I’ve posted pictures of it before. Scroll down, please.
This was from 2016.
And this was taken in 2013. I wish I’d take it from the same angle everytime so it could be more of a comparison. The park feels like it’s getting more lush over time and this photograph seems to indicate that might be true. I’d say it’s going to be underwater someday, but it is kinda high up. Maybe it will be saved.
