My son is stand­ing next to giant let­ters that some­one sprayed on this con­struc­tion site in a major city.

I can’t remem­ber see­ing graf­fiti that big before.

(You can click on the image to enlarge it.)

As I’ve said before, I love graf­fiti.

In Paris, I saw both the good and the bad. I think the left exam­ple is bad. A really pic­turesque neigh­bor­hood was hurt by that per­sonal expres­sion. (And inter­est­ingly, it was about six sto­ries above street level, so very few peo­ple see it.)

The poster, how­ever, had very cre­atively applied graffiti.

What are some exam­ples of good and bad graf­fiti you’ve seen?

Dig­ging through boxes last week­end, I came across this draw­ing from yours truly — circa a long time ago.

Yes, I did invent the idea of SUVs. (Sadly, the roy­alty pay­ments are way behind.)

Art is a won­der­ful way to look at our world dif­fer­ently. I know if I had seen the actual head of this par­tic­u­lar high school stu­dent, she would look dif­fer­ent. But in dif­fer­ence is found beauty.

The week­end approa­cheth. Go out to see some art. It’s often free, if you look in the right places.

I had to share her with you. We went on a fam­ily hike yes­ter­day near Boul­der, Col­orado. (That’s about an hour from our home.) I saw this lit­tle lady sit­ting by the edge of the trail. She was beg­ging to be pho­tographed. I obliged.

I was amazed when I saw Rachel doing this the other day — she was trac­ing the shad­ows with chalk on our porch. I never would have thought of doing that — but (I thought) it was very creative.