I was getting my morning coffee from the excellent the village snob down by the riverside yesterday, and came across these two ribbons. One yellow, one black.
I wondered who put them there and why. A memory of a kiss? Some kind of grieving?
Whatever the reason, it felt like a tribute to me. Someone's way of reminding themselves of something that should not be forgotten.
Acts like this - silent and prepared to go unnoticed - sometimes hit me in the gut more powerfully than an entire installation at an art gallery.