The sky was so pretty the other night. Crisp and clear. Twinkly stars against the black sky. This morning on my walk as I'm looking toward the ground, I see the starry skies repeated in the fallen autumn leaves. Nature does that, often.
On one phone pole there is bubble gum (see Installation Art on July 20, 2007). On another, feathers.
I have seen the graffiti in Alki and I too will not post it.