bluebells and billboards

I was walking in to town this afternoon when I saw this and I could almost hear my Gran say "look at those lovely bluebells spoiled by those ugly posters".
Gran was a great exponent of natural beauty. A fantastic and quietly passionate gardener. In later life when her health started to impact on what she could do in the garden she took to painting. She went along to a club at the town hall in Port Glasgow.
She had a wondeful eye for colour and composition as would be expected from an award winning gardener. Her perspectives were a bit skewed, but looked sweet in a Naive Art type of way.
At the Art club there were people of all ages and one boy in particular who loved to draw the macabre: dragons, monsters, zombies and the like. Gran couldn't understand why you would want to waste paint on subjects such as those. She saw no interest or beauty in them. She loved her images bonny, and they were.
Maybe it was just part of the same makeup that meant she never lied or swore or even got angry much. She had this one side to her and you didn't get her any other way. That side was light and lovely and kind and very beautiful.
There is another side to life that is dirtier and more complicated, that compells most of us nevertheless. These monsters that the guy liked to draw. Our imperfections. Those times when we don't live up to standards or a sense of ourselves that we have. Fear, greed, anger, jealousy. These are all in us; given the right (or wrong) circumstances what might we become? Yes there is a spiritual side, but there is also the meat and bones.
So, I like this image. I like the bokeh of the bluebells creating a spooky drifting mist effect across the demon faces. I don't think Gran would agree.