

These are just two of the pieces of local street art that make me smile every time. The music puts a tune in my head and usually I end up whistling to myself. Not that the tune is ever the same. Maybe one day I will put it on a scale and see if it works on piano. And Berk from the
Trap Door has me as a 8 year old cross legged in front of the television laughing at the hyperactive Drutt and booming voice of the Thing Upstairs.
1 comment:
I love the monster.
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