Usually the first thing to catches the eye is the graffiti, the lighting, the angles and lastly the canvas. The mind might think of what type of person sprayed the ‘art’ or markings on the building? When did they do it? What does it mean? Any more, given the amount of such markings about town, I could care less.

These days, my eyes are drawn to the row upon row of exquisitely placed brick and mortar. The door way with the diagonal inserts, the tradesmen that created a structure so others might fulfill their enterprising dream and others might provide support for themselves and families. 

The monument of a craftsman trumps the spray can. Odds are the hands holding the spray can will never hold a brick trowel. Rationalize it how you will; I refuse to anymore.

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