as promised -ages ago

driving home at night through the tunnel. taken through a dirty windshield.
three amigos. the art is not mine. the photos are.
reflect.
the innocent.
i don't know the artist. but whoever it is is respected in town. there are more scattered around town. they have lasted for over a year. on the walls, in the parks, in the underpasses. no one has come along with the nasty white-out paint. scan quality doesn't do these photos justice. i share a part of my day. my drive. my meditation.