I just saw this photo on a blog and I love it. It is supposed to represent the need to fix the potholes in Brittan. It might be pretty direct in intention, but when I look at it I could care less about the need to fix Brittan's roads.
I see beauty that has been exposed and left unprotected, surrounded by dangerous machines, out of place and vulnerable. I see the courage to put something beautiful out there for the world to see, even if the world, in its carelessness, is threatening to destroy it. The soil is too shallow; the road too dangerous; the garden will never survive, but for a brief moment it will be beautiful.