(My) Photo of the day

I've felt a bit guilty that generally I've only shown 'pleasant' images thus far, so sought out a bit of 'urban grit'. But rather than photograph the word 'dick' that was written on our fence by some young scamps (I'm saving that one), I've decided to go with something a little more creative.

This one was taken on Wednesday afternoon in Criterion Street. It looks like the person that painted it has at least tried, and that's always worth something!

Comments

Jim Klenke said…

I think if these people did this on a canvas they could make money. Shame.

The Tigers havent gotten to play ball all week. They have a game for tonight, but its not in Terrell.

11 April 2008 at 21:10

Kris McCracken said…

Go Tigers!

There a few spots in Hobart where the graffiti (good graffiti adds to the atmosphere (car parks, skate parks etc). I don't like people's houses/fences being ruined, and I've no time for the stupid and pointless "shagger" or "risdon vale boyz 4 life" crap that you see all over everything.

11 April 2008 at 21:32

gmirage said…

Sometimes we have a bias on showing only the good stuff but once in a while posting not so fond 'features' is ok...but that photo is still lovely even though its just on the sidestreet! =) And I agree with Jim, could have made them money if its on a decent paper!

11 April 2008 at 23:31

escape said…

good places and nice artworks are always fascinating but sometimes things like these are also unique in its way.

12 April 2008 at 03:24

Unknown said…

I love the colors here. Esp. the red. I find this really pleasing to look at actually.

12 April 2008 at 13:09

Anonymous said…

That's a typical graffiti as you can see them here, too: nice ones surroundede by ugly letters.
The red one isn't too bad, but the rest ...
But it's good to show the city like it is, not everything is nice. Here you can find a lot of ugly graffiti at the strangest places.

12 April 2008 at 17:08

Anonymous said…

this is definitelly better choice then "dick":)

12 April 2008 at 18:07

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