The writing on the wall...

...half drunk and dark-thirty


















There's just so much that pops out at me, since my perceptions are altered here by the language gap. Like, all these street art images, or just the general look of things around me.

No, seriously, I know I ought to just put up a proper F*ckr page or something for 'just photos'.

But, you may have noticed that I'm as lazy as the summer days are long when it comes to site maintenance.

So, this will be my all-purpose puppy for the time being.








Sweet cheeses, not one but two new friends told me a few days ago that they each have at least four blogs, each. At least. FOUR.









Is it just me? I find it interesting but my tender buds of discipline shrink back in alarm under the hot glare of that much freaking output.



















Yet, hypocritical buds that they are, they don't seem to mind spending hour after hour on other things. What things. Yeah, me neither.

photo: Stacco

Anyway, here are a bunch of photos I've taken of street art and other sights, mostly in Tetuán. Some of these images have already been removed, painted over, etc. But new ones keep appearing.










I think this is a very photogenic neighborhood. I don´t mean Madrid, that´s obvious, I'm talking about Tetuán.














This post might find itself edited and re-edited a few dozen times but hey, it's my only blog. I guess I'm a blogogamist.