The Truth About Youth
Photo: Taken in February at Seattle's Georgetown neighborhood, this street art features a serene sloth who holds a crystal staff and wears a backpack. Evidently, their name is Henry. There is a bird, a nest of eggs, an assortment of figures in various levels of mirth, some eyes, some laces, and a few letters that mean nothing without context. You never know what you will see walking around a city! On a recent evening stroll, we passed a gaggle of girls dressed up for a night out. They reeked of recent showers and were engulfed in a cloud of perfume which followed them as they walked. Truly Renaissance women - dressed in long silky gowns with sturdy Doc Martens boots on their feet - they were ready for dancing, marching or perhaps both. How could they possibly know that this could be the best they'd ever look and feel - lithe and unencumbered, faces fresh and unlined, bodies taut and strong. Once out of the relative cradle of college, they might develop bags under their eyes fro...
