Remember When You Were About 20, and You Got Your Hands On a Camera, and You Went Around Town Taking Snapshots of Broken Fences, Graffiti, Phone Poles and Junk Like That as Part of Some Sort of Half Assed “Urban Photo Essay,” and You Felt Like You Were the First Person in the World to See Beauty in Mundane Urban Artifacts, but, really, in the Back Of Your Mind, you knew You Were Being a Bit Pretentious, and it’s Not Like You Had a Real Skill or something – like, say, Painting, or Calligraphy, or Knot Tying – You Were Just Shooting Autofocus Snapshots, but You Felt Kinda Cool and Arty Anyway?

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Remember When You Were About 20, and You Got Your Hands On a Camera, and You Went Around Town Taking Snapshots of Broken Fences, Graffiti, Phone Poles and Junk Like That as Part of Some Sort of Half Assed “Urban Photo Essay,” and You Felt Like You Were the First Person in the World to See Beauty in Mundane Urban Artifacts, but, really, in the Back Of Your Mind, you knew You Were Being a Bit Pretentious, and it’s Not Like You Had a Real Skill or something – like, say, Painting, or Calligraphy, or Knot Tying – You Were Just Shooting Autofocus Snapshots, but You Felt Kinda Cool and Arty Anyway?

February 28, 2012
Author: Alfredo

I do.

And I cringe.

Thank God I had the excuse of youth. Still, shoot me now.

So why am I about to show you current photos of urban graffiti and art?

Because A) I now have a killer excuse to run around taking snapshots:I bought an iPhone about a month ago as part of my attempt to join the 21st century, and B) as my 11 year old son Gabriel and I were taking our dog for a walk on a little spit of landfill near our home inhabited by dog walkers, the homeless and intinerant artists, he said, “Dad, you should take pictures of this stuff for your blog.”

Who am I to squish a little boy’s enthusiasm?

I ask, dear reader, that you hang in there until the final few shots, which, even if you’re not a fan of aerosol paint on chunks of broken concrete, show a sculpture which impressed the hell out of me.

Here’s what we saw on Sunday afternoon:

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Looking at all this stuff, I can genuinely say, “My kid couldn’t do that.” And neither could I. Bravo artisti!

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Benson - 02/28/2012 at 6:46 am
Nice. It’s amazing how your kids can inspire you to get off your ass, leave your laptop and see the world with the type of innocence and curiosity that you yourself once had. Kids rock!

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