Abstracts in concrete

I learned to look at walls long ago. I parked my car near a retaining wall with glorious colors and markings that were lichen growing on the surface. Here’s one I particularly enjoy. I collect them but it’s rare to come across one that is worth recording.

Well, here’s the first new one for me in quite some time. We were at Larz Anderson Park, by the pond, and we noticed the old concrete and stone bridge crossing the pond. The freezing and thawing of the concrete had made it buckle over the years and that history was a highlight of the side of the bridge.

So here it is, with its wonderful textures and colors reminding me that beauty persists even in decline.