The Kensington Chalk Bandit

This morning on my way to work I noticed  mysterious chalk writing on side street sidewalks. Plants were identified; ferns, trees and flowers. Fences, both chain and picket, were named in a clearly written hand. The Chalk Bandit defined a green gate and another green gate, and a chunk of petrified wood.

Even a black car and an orange house were not safe; nor was the Kensington Starbucks. Thank you, Chalk Bandit, for the big Tuesday morning laughs!