STREET BOXES & ODD PLACES TO SIT

 








Defying gravity

Over hill & dale


I would have painted this one as an underwater scene with colorful fish swimming round.

Illusionary

More illusion



I think this is my favorite. J

As for sitting in odd places, that's me atop a bollard on a ferryboat with my Grandma B. and Aunt Frances in 1942

And my Mon sitting on a garbage can at Sugar Pine Point State Park, Lake Tahoe having just finished our picnic lunch in the snow during the winter of 1967

:->

La Nightingail

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  1. Barbara RogersJune 12, 2026 at 2:17 PM

    You are so clever to come up with sitting on things and street boxes! I'm quite impressed! And I just don't see many street boxes in my life, let alone any with pretty paintings on them!

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    1. La NightingailJune 12, 2026 at 5:20 PM

      Before Alan's prompt picture was enlarged & he identified what it was, I only saw it as some sort of street box, hence my main theme. What is entirely a coincidence is that I had chosen the photo of myself sitting on the ferryboat bollard before I knew what was inside that roofed box in Alan's prompt! :)

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  2. Mike BrubakerJune 14, 2026 at 2:56 PM

    Very clever! I like your idea of a fish bowl/box. I don't mind creative graffiti on some public structures like bridge underpasses or train cars. Such art can be decorative and even inspiring. But signing/tagging private property with squiggle names or obscenities is ugly vandalism by hooligans.

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  3. WendyJune 18, 2026 at 8:01 AM

    I would never have thought of street boxes. You are so clever. And I love Mom sitting on a trashcan. What a hoot. It's not like there wasn't any room at the table! HA - (Wendy, Jollett Etc)

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