Some great competing textures from Graham Avenue, Brooklyn.
This kind of grime and mismatched texture only minutes from my home right before the BQE onramp combined with the idea of getting some mishandled day old donut from a random gas station for filling up my tank with carcinogenic fuel makes me want to live in the woods of Vermont like right fucking now.
Okay, when I first saw this abandoned sign that warns of “Thin Ice” I swear to god I thought it was a huge slab of bacon on the grass. That would have been cool, but this old sign is pretty dang sweet, too. I love me some good patterns and textures just as much as bacon.
From Brattleboro, Vermont
Where one man’s trash is another man’s blog post.
I believe these are paint blobs. They’re from DuPont Street in Greenpoint, BK.
The closer you get, the cooler they are…