I've always had a special affinity for street art and those who create it. Right now I'm thinking of 5 Pointz LIC, which was a mecca for graffiti artists, and their own personal victory dance over the continuing neighborhood gentrification for decades. I was lucky enough to document some of its ever morphing magnificence and posted here are some examples as an appreciation. 5 Pointz is now rubble and multi-colored dust, and therein lies some tragically beautiful poetry, like this found painted on the rooftop as it was being demolished: "No king's ransom is worth this peasants paint. You can keep your ivory towers; the culture's coming with us." And so it did.