Every Sunday we drive about half an hour to Payam’s mom’s for Persian brunch. When we pull off the freeway at her exit, there is a wall behind a Target that is covered with colorful graffiti. I gaze at it every time we are there waiting for the light to turn. I always think we should go back and take pictures but we always forget because on the way back we don’t see it. Out of sight out of mind kind of thing.
This time I mentioned it to Payam and Payam being Payam who remembers little things like this, humored me and drove us there after brunch. We drove around the backside of Target, hopped a short wall, and squeezed through a chain-link fence. It butts up against a homeless camp of sorts. We see people lounging in the bushes and bumming cigarettes off each other. Shopping carts and trash litter the abandoned space. Nobody cares what it looks like.
And until I have anything better to say these pictures will brighten up this space. :)