Wow! Wet Cement
Someone else delighted in it as much as I do!
I Spoke Your Name For Many Days
I loved this one. I imagined an abandoned lover grieving. A reader recognized it as a fragment of a Phish song.
I spoke your name for many days
Pronouncing it in several ways
And moving letters all around
And when you heard the end result
I told you it was not my fault
If you were here more of the day
It wouldn't twist around that way
Remember What You Saw, What You Heard
Message to the tourists?
Cumberland St., Charleston, SC
Don't Look Down On Me
If we hadn't, we wouldn't have seen it.
Vanderhorst St., Charleston, SC
Is This Legal?
They were probably talking about writing in cement but the cigarette in the picture added a new twist.
This one is across from the East Bay, Harris Teeter next to the liquor store.
I Love The Friends That We Have Gathered On This Thin Raft
This was an ambitious project on Pitt St. and has since been destroyed. Sob.
Pitt St., Charleston, SC
Others, mean and rueful of the Western dream.
I love the friends I have gathered together on this thin raft.
We have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping.
This is the land where the Pharaoh died.
Jim Morrison, The Wasp
Thanks Uncle Willie
What did Uncle Willie do? Pay for the cement drive?
Elizabeth St., Charleston, SC
No Need to Stress If You Ship UPS
This is a cement graffiti masterpiece. Who loves a company enough to create this? Duncan St., Charleston, SC
Philosophy on Smith St.
Smith St., Charleston, SC
Love Is For All. You And Me
Wisdom found on Radcliffe
Radcliffe St., Charleston, SC
It was almost impossible to pick ten favorites. I keep finding new ones and odds are I've glanced down and found your name claiming a square of lowcountry sidewalk real estate.
What makes people write these things? Do they have something clever in mind ready to pounce when they spot wet cement? It isn't as easy as you would think. The cement must be at the right consistency and the artist quick and discreet. Not that I would know.
Charleston has clearly been home to a wealth of creative cement artists and philosophers. Thanks to all of you who have blogged the sidewalks in your cities, travels and sent me copies of pavement treasure finds.
It's not the end of course. I keep finding new ones to add to my collection. Meanwhile, walk on. Look down once and awhile!
East Bay St., Charleston, SC.