I am made to love the pond and the meadow, as the wind is made to ripple the water.
Henry David Thoreau
Plant biology text-book, pencil, tea bags, gouache, watercolour, & collage
All traces disappear with time. The wind removes them, the rain washes them away, and the snow covers all. The cleaning crew of the forest takes apart the carcasses of living things, and time silently erases everything, including the traces of seasons … Traces are physical things that sometimes have spiritual properties that reverberate in our souls. And so the traces I find always remain in my heart.
Sooyong Park, The Great Soul of Siberia
This image is also from the wonderful Candace Butler's website: http://candacebutler.com. Candace is a lovely (and dizzyingly creative and accomplished) person and has given me permission to share some of her images of street art on Abbot Kinney. Apparently this mural was painted over the previous one, posted below