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. )