You May

Call me a blue fence hiding the deconstruction. But you may also call me the standard against which all blues are tried.

Passerby, of Street: "How do you like my blue shirt?"
Street (glancing at fence): "You've almost got it, just a few more washes..."

Taken: 06/28/2010 in Midtown Manhattan, NY. Very sunny day, I was just careening past wondering if I could still make something of the day. The fella leaning out his window in the background watched me as I photographed. He was unmoved.