Speaking of local… check this out:
It was parked in front of the nearest Goodwill. Cool huh? All I could think when I saw it was what the owner/artist would be buying at Goodwill, and what lovely thing they would create from their finds. I almost staked out the car to see the creator of such a thing. Almost. It’s just that the lure of potential treasures, and the threat of some other bargain shopper getting to them first was too much for me.
I also, just yesterday, saw a car driving around town that was covered in those little magnetic words. Rolling poetry, as it were. I would have taken a picture, but the light turned green. It is the only time that I can recall being irritated by a green light. I half considered following that car. I had thoughts of hiding out until the driver was inside some store, and then rearranging all their words into some profound and lovely story about wanderlust, something appropriate for the open road. But I had writers block, or magnetic poets block. Whatever. So I didn’t.
Driving downtown this past weekend, I was reminded too of how much I love this mural:
Note that the bull is a 2nd place winner. And happy about it. A self confident bull. Who could not love that?
I’m so glad to live in a town where people so easily blur the line between the mundane and art. Inspiration abounds here.
p.s. I’m not sure this is exactly inspiring, but it kinda goes with the theme… Erin reminded me of our local Ode to Barbie: