Wall Flower

I don't know why I'm so drawn to walls

with layers of paint and shabby old posters,

with colors new and old announcing their presence.

Perhaps it's that the wall's story is whispered

through time, a history in which

little glimpses of the past still peek

through to the present in unexpected ways.

Whatever the reason, you can expect to find me

taking pictures of walls.

Does that mean I'm a wall-flower?


(I'm joining Deb for Mexico Monday,
since all these photos were taken
on our recent trip to San Miguel de Allende
and nearby towns. )