Street art #2

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.