I give you pink water. Pure as cotton candy and mighty fine. Seems to hold its own against that slice of blue sky in the background. Every once in a while something like this reinforces my desire to stay in Philadelphia. How weird and wonderful to have a mayor who allocates money for pink and blue water. It must cost pennies and it keeps me smiling. It’s just silly enough to lighten the daily load.
For point of comparison, see my post from June 12 in which there’s a picture of the fountain waxing blue.
Shop local, shop artists this holiday season, a short list
Memento Mori, A trip through skulls, Sotheby’s, shot glasses and soap
The quintessence of collaboration – Damon Kowarsky and Atif Khan in Hybrid at Twelve Gates Arts