As the edge of the moon touched the top of the waterfall the cascade turned the color of the pale yellow moon. Slowly the light touched the river and began to flow down the river. He watched, pensive, as his cloak flapped int he light breeze.
My Dog Sighs: Can Men -Street artist My Dog Sighs creates painted faces on found crushed cans, which he then leaves on the streets in random places for passers-by to take home. It is both a street art installation project and an altruistic gesture dedicat