Four people in New York, Los Angeles, and Germany. Stopping, noticing, sharing - one photo/four people/every day. (For now we are just three, but hopefully four again soon.)
Every time I go to throw it out, I stop and put it back down. A few weeks later I see it and think, "Wasn't I going to throw that out?" and I start towards the trash again, only to stop and put it back down. It has inched it's way across the yard, closer and closer to the trash cans, but something always stopped me.
Now I know why I can't throw it out - what a great stencil. On what . . . I'm not so sure. But at least it's safe for now.