While skating in Downtown L.A. on a bleak December night back in 2015 I came across a parking cone that looked like it had just been rejected by the love its life. I got my photo thinking it was funny but after returning to the photo a few times I started to feel pretty bad for the thing. Why? Why was I so invested in this slouched cone? How did it get here and end up like this? My un-answered questions sparked and involuntary manhunt for these street warriors. 


   The Baader-Meinhof  phenomenon refers to a cognitive bias in which you begin to notice something you recently became aware of looks to turn up more frequently than it actually does. Those shoes you scrolled upon and liked that you now see everyone wearing? Baader Meinhof. Am I a victim of this witchcraft? Absolutely, but I would also like to belive that these road guardians are actively seeking me out as well. Small blips as to give me a reference point of where I am in life.

    Does this sound ridiculous? Definitely, but sometimes it’s nice to have meaning in the mundane. More often than not these asphalt angels reveal themselves to me in a way that echos a certain thought or feeling i’m having. I’m constantly finding myself clocking a connection which gives me a quiet moment of self reflection. Other times i’m just left wondering the backstory of a disheveled cone.