Tiffany Hensley

So every day, on foot to the climbing gyms, here in France, I noticed indents in the sidewalk. (There were small cracks creeping outwards, as if tiny meteorites had smashed into and marked up the concrete.)




I realized then, when I was carrying me gear, trying to find a good baguette on which to gnaw, after passing an ancient man who I'd earlier had happened to start a conversation plagued with impossible vowels and mismanaged french conjugates, that the weed was growing in one of those very dents that looked quite like a bullet-hole.

Nature was planting bullet-holes in the urban ghetto. :)