Over the weekend, I went back into Boston
for the first time since the marathon explosions and was able to see
the roadside memorial people have set up to show
their love and support to the people whose lives
have been changed forever.
These types of grief gardens have always had a powerful pull on me, as much of street art is renown for its irony and postmodern chic. But in contrast, roadside memorials—those small landscapes of candles and crosses, windmills and wildflowers—offer the passerby a spontaneous, collaborative, and often beautiful human artifact.
Here are some of the scenes I was able to witness there that day:
These types of grief gardens have always had a powerful pull on me, as much of street art is renown for its irony and postmodern chic. But in contrast, roadside memorials—those small landscapes of candles and crosses, windmills and wildflowers—offer the passerby a spontaneous, collaborative, and often beautiful human artifact.
Here are some of the scenes I was able to witness there that day:
much love,
hedgie
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