Repetition creates a pattern, which consequently and naturally grabs our attention at first and then creates the comfort of familiarity. I used the Andy Warhol theory and then of course Kaffe did one with bowls in each block.

The street was buzzing, the noise of buskers, conversation, and daughter was split by the harshness of rap music. A woman in her middle years, dressed in pink and sporting a Michael Jackson hat and hair style danced to her own beat, speakers on her belt broadcasting the sound.

My legs are short and I had to hoist myself on the seat in front and pick up my right leg with my hand and swing it over his prostrate body. At least he could sit up to allow me to move… Nup. So I dragged my left leg unceremoniously over this strangers mid section and fell into the aisle with a less than delicate stance.

I love wandering the narrow streets, the sun shone, the sky was blue and the spring flowers were in bloom.

This is a photo journal of some of the images I took in the past few days.