Brilliant yellow, flaming orange and rusty reds…what’s that azure? It’s a high-spirited surprise to break up our usual nostalgia of these late fall hues as we make strides on foot and our mini wheels. I imagine this street art was once cobalt blue before the sun hit it with its iridescent beams season after season. Faded glory, but not too far washed-out to not notice this speckle of glory. I would say this artist feels an abundance of pride for his property, abutting an alley or not, this piece says I feel amazing and I want to hand over some yumminess to you. Far more glory than faded, if you ask me.