But is it art?

On the way home, after delivering Jo back to Temple Meads; after an initial, in depth, intense chat on possibilities of co-parenting. The sun was still high so I first hung out with a bunch of swans, snapping serpentine necks & hissing beaks. Driving on the back route home, I passed a rather nice car park that I'd never looked at 'proper'. The sun was displaying it to it's best I feel - and the dead xmas tree set it off nicely. Not just a car park - part gallery, in it's council Pay & Display splendour and one of the most artistic I know.