City of immigrants=City of brave people.

Your basic local average sacred sidewalk.

"Did he say why?
Did he say why?"

--guy talking on his cell phone

Two little brown birds take little bird steps under the parked truck as they peck at the oil spots for food.

Judge not, and you shall be less tired.

The white plastic bag fills with air and bounces down the street, saying,

THANK YOU
THANK YOU
THANK YOU

as it goes.

Painting the town hopeful.