In my “about” page I mentioned the impermanent, ever-changing nature of images on the street as one of the things that attracted me most to urban art. I’ve just now realised that it’s been quite a while since I’ve posted a picture of an image in transition. As my archive of photos grows larger, some of these images have a tendency to get lost and be eclipsed by their fresher colleagues.
So today, when my free dropbox account gave me the monthly ultimatum to delete and destroy or upgrade, I did indeed do a bit of cleaning, mostly moving to internal storage. But I also took the opportunity to seek out a few forgotten pieces, images which no longer smelled of drying paint, images with curled-up edges, sides of faces peeled away and left half-expressionless. Of these images there are many, and I will post them one at a time, and once in a while, as a reminder to readers, and myself, of an important part of the original raison d’être of this blog.
Barcelona Street Scraps 
Gorgeous…the blank pieces of wall remind me of celluloid dots at the end of a scorched film reel. The image is still strong.
Absolutely. I remember learning that technique when I did a film class senior year. I still have nightmares about sitting in my dorm room with a splicer and trying to scratch each individual frame of a 45-second piece of super-8 film. Oh the memories…