Sometimes graffiti does not offend me; sometimes it’s elegant. This is a wall between the 101 Northbound and Alisos Street on the “Lower East Side” of Santa Barbara. Do you see that the tagger tagged upon a paint-over of a previous tag? Defiance!
Impertinent young man wearing of all things a pink royal Spanish tiara during the taking of a selfie on a bus of the Santa Barbara Metropolitan Transit District. He photobombed me, the sexy brat longing for the Dodger days his grandparents remember!
In Santa Barbara, very near a bus stop, a good bus stop I can connect to lines 2, 14 and 20 there, and they all end up at the hub “Transit Center” right in downtown. 2 is an especially important (busy) line; I’ll take the 14 when I’ve missed the 2 and just REALLY have to be at that hub “in time” to catch a connector; bus 20 when I’ve lost another phone charger and wish to go to Office Depot or is it Office Max it’s one or the other.
At a hotel at what I’ll call the northernmost edge of downtown, on the main drag State Street. I find the withering of flowers alluring. This despite a criticism I received several years ago, something like an adamant “Oh, I don’t like this, why have you captured a likeness of death?”
Bolloxed right wing. Waited patiently for the red cabbage and black lentils I ate. Was a gracious subject; thanks Birdie! Live long and prosper and MULTIPLY, my friend.
The back of a person’s head? The photographer never needs the subjects permission to render the likeness thereof. Handy, hmm? The camera’s flashing turned his cute yellow ball cap into the Sun, I do believe.
“Love Lives Here”
“Such a Drag Seen!”
“Anglo-Franko Malfeasance: The Good Ole Days!”