ON A SUNNY SUNDAY

Today I wanted to take pictures of different thing not just the  normal run of the mill things. So we ventured into town walking up some of the cutest little laneways, only to see the best graffiti done by no one in particular or so I assumed. For some unknown reason it just caught my eye and there once again I began to snap away with my camera.

I've been wondering about this parrot image was it done on it's own or were the images around it done by the same graffiti artist. I suppose that is just a question in my mind and something I will never ever know.

You know I had no idea how great some of these little laneways were, they seemed to have their own feel and charm about them.
The smell of urine wafted up my nose as the sun beat down after a night of rain.













There was no place immune to this but it made for the charm of the laneway. As I stood there and looked at the graffiti I wondered what type of person had done this and what talent it beheld






Standing in the laneway I felt like I was in a different world, far, far away from where I was standing. It felt quite different to standing in the hustle and bustle of the cramped, crowded city streets, it was quiet with very few people around, I didn't quite understand why people don't venture to these parts of town, maybe the fear of the unknown knowing it is a deserted laneway.




Was this the door to your office? hmm I wonder. No I think not. I didn't have a clue what was on the other side of the laneway and even when I walked past it as the sun beat down upon me, I didn't seem to take all that much notice, I was in awe of what I'd just seen and the surroundings around me just fadded to nothing.