These pieces of storefront art have been eluding me for a few weeks.
I was even starting to think they were a mirage I had seen on my way to work one day. “That baby… and the coffee…”. Much as I tried to find them on subsequent days, they were nowhere in sight. And then, they reappeared.
The coffee.
And the baby.
Actually, that’s another baby, though a pretty good one at that. This is the baby that had been haunting me:
I’m so glad I found you again, baby. I think I will call you Copertor.
