Celestial Light . . .

For the third consecutive Friday evening in a row, the sunset as seen from my office window was rather splendid. Hope you are getting good lightshows in the skies wherever you may be these days . . . Guess these two would have been good material for the June "Air" theme over at Rain's place recently . . . will have to come up with something for the July "Hands" theme.

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Life May Be Sweeter For This, I Don't Know . . .

After a grueling week at work, it's time to toss out a memory from something I used to love to look forward to doing on weekends, or anytime, which was heading out somewhere to see the Grateful Dead play. . . and that is something I did more times than I care to admit. Never had a bad time, on the contrary, every show was just an amazing trip. So here's to ya, Jerry, may you R.I.P.
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Did you ever see a Dead show ? If so, where ? When ? What did you think ? This one was from Paris, 1990, at the Zenith Theatre, where it was easy to get right up to the edge of the stage while Jerry was smiling over Crazy Fingers. If you didn't ever get to a show, have you maybe listened to any of their music, which spanned 30 years from '65 to '95, when Jerry passed on ?
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This piece of graffiti from somewhere in eastern France probably had nothing to do with the Grateful Dead, but it might have. . . you never know. It is, I admit, a fairly amateurish piece of graffiti, as graffiti goes.

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Graffiti With A Twist . . .

Out for a bike ride this past Monday afternoon, I had an odd surprise whilst going up a little side street not too terribly far from home that I'd never taken before. From a distance I could see a big splash of graffiti painted on a wall, and thought, uh-oh, might be a photo there. But it was only after I'd gotten right up to it, and after looking at it for a while, and then pushing some ivy and shrubbery out of the way to see the hidden letters, that finally it dawned on me that :

a) it was in English, which is odd, given that this is in France, and

b) it was not one of the usual rather hateful messages of many works of graffiti, it was not glorifying gang killings or drugs or sex or other adolescently stultifying subject matter, but was brightly proclaiming : I Love My Parents !

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Now go figure, who is going to take the time and make the effort to spray paint a big mural message on a wall saying "I Love My Parents" ? ? ? What is your take on this ? ? ? What might have motivated someone to do this ? ? ? Is it like the young sports stars who get on TV and wave at the camera saying, "Hi Mom !" ? Well, Mom & Dad, in case you happen to see this, this post is for you !

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