If you fly by
I don’t know what this meadow grass is called, but it’s tinged with purple or crimson or stardust or something, and it transforms seasonally from very interesting to fascinating. It wasn’t all that long ago that I stopped my bike by the edge of this part of the Atlanta BeltLine’s meadow and took the street photograph featured today in my Walls Are Falling show. Mounted on a fallen piece of an art mural and wrapped with wire, it sits in my studio. But you can see the photo of it if you, well, fly by.