May 2, 2019


I took this shot 6 years ago. The hydrant’s been naked ever since… but oh, for that one glorious afternoon when it had something red to say. Thanks to some drunkard after a costume party or some forlorn ballerina with a sprained ankle and momentarily broken dreams… this metal got a taste of questionable identity, of hiding in plain sight, of mating bird. And I was reminded that humor can be plopped on any staid moment with but an ounce of effort… and that embellishment makes for a better time before what lies beneath the disguise, where the gravity of things hangs out, is creamy to the soul. #lifeisart

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