I was in Charlottesville, photographing a marching band competition last weekend, when I saw a fantastic concrete wall, at least 100 feet long, buried under what must be years of color and opinion and inspiration.  The paint is so thick and bright, you feel like you are swimming when walking past.  The elements have tugged at the pigment in places, pulling back skin to reveal in places what might have been expressed years earlier.  In a sense, it is a time line, and very beautiful.

Charlottesville is a great town-  On the downtown mall stands a monument to free speech upon which passers by are encouraged to write whatever they feel (in chalk); and this wall, in a high school parking lot no less, has been allowed to stand as a testament to a belief in, and a trust of, folks’ freedom of expression.  There seems to be no fear of what one might say.

People who know me know that I tend not to keep my opinions to myself, particularly when it comes to politics.  However, I have made a conscious effort to NOT make this blog political.  It is not what I want this forum to be about.  For me, this is about art and inspiration.  That said, though, I thought this portion of the wall was especially cool…

And these details were interesting as well…

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