I went to a really neat street painting festival recently. The city closed off its main downtown drag, and dozens of artists created some pretty rad images with chalk, drawing colorful pictures on the asphalt in the middle of the road. There were also live music and food booths, because clearly everything tastes better when fried and/or on a stick. Duh.
I wish I had pictures to share with you, but in true South Florida fashion, it started raining about 10 minutes after we got there. We spent most of our time alternately dodging raindrops and dodging other people dodging raindrops. If the art wasn’t being ruined by the rain, it was covered by tarps. Not the best photo op. Oh well.
I did get to sneak a picture of this:
Visitors to the street festival had filled in their answers to the question, utilizing every inch of space. Everybody was looking at the wall and taking pictures. What an insightful idea! I hope that people went home and discussed their responses with friends and family.
And because I know you’re wondering, no, I did not write anything on the wall. I do have an actual bucket list, but in the moment, I didn’t know what to say.
Upon a bit of reflection, I think I know my answer: I want to acccomplish the things on my bucket list, but I also want to always be adding to the list, too. That way I’m always hungry for more adventure.