Albany Bulb

I have been using a spatula a lot lately. On overcast days like this my palette is very limited. I only had one blue, one red, and two yellows. I got lost looking for the sculptures and instead of wasting more time ended up at this familiar spot where I got to meet several of its residents. Some said they enjoyed art, and a couple were knowledgeable about the medium. But there was one man who was having a dialogue with himself and going up and down the hill who didn't stop to look. Metal from the landfill is departing in carts pulled by cyclists who are selling it as scrap metal, and it was that rattle the only thing that disturbed the peace.