watching the paint dry

 

Across the alley from our front door, which is actually our one and only door, there is graffiti.  I don’t really mind it.  It’s changed over the years, but I hadn’t paid much attention to it until recently.  Sunday morning, I stepped outside and was confident that there was new paint.  I was elated that who ever did it did NOT vandalize our house.  The only prior picture I could find was from September 2015.  The addition from this weekend is the orange part, so clearly several other parts were added in the last year.