When Pigs Fly

As I start to wander further and further off the main streets around Sydney, I'm noticing that there is an awful lot of graffiti art.

There are the occasional obscure tags here and there, but if you duck down any one of the alley ways in our neighborhood, you're in the middle of a huge colorful rainbow of art — and a lot of it's quite good. It's sort of like when Dorothy leaves the black-&-white boredom of Kansas and steps into color-ific world of Oz.

(Which, I just realized, is a funny correlation to make since this place is also called Oz.)

Anyway... these images are close-ups of a small mural on the side of a little corner grocery store not far from where we live. I'm not sure I could ever find it again, though, given the maze-like structure of the streets.