Hiroshima Paint

I was out last week with a friend in Ann Arbor, who was telling me about the Hiroshima stencils on the sidewalks. Walking to Sabor Latino, we looked at the shadows and counted how many stencils the artists had used.

After dinner, we walked to Wurster Park, played on the swings, and patted Henry (a shepherd mix whose tag reads, “The Greeter of Wurster Park”). We got ice cream at Washtenaw Dairy and headed back to the car.

We returned to the parking lot from a different direction than we left it. At this entrance, there was a dashed line. The line curved sinuously over the asphalt. We laughed when the line led us back to its source in one quadrant of a parking space: a huge splatter of white that looked suspiciously like Hiroshima silhouette paint.