Midweek Graffiti Posting

 

Nothing like a spot of graffiti to spark the midweek doldrums.“Peace, have a good day”. I keep thinking that one day I will run across a bit of wisdom displayed in someone’s well thought out graffiti or street art. Not something as vague as: ” the end is near’. But, rather, just a tidbit of something that shows me some insight and mental prowess; something I can take with me to ponder over. So far,

no such luck.

I’ll be looking, though. I don’t understand the “3.7” in the first image. I would understand: 3.14, pi as a universally understood mathematical statement, but……3.7?

 

More from the Green River Trail

Of course, what would any urban trail be without  graffiti and generally poorly placed street art? The pilings in the second photo are from days gone by when there was a lot of river traffic and commerce.

Cedar River

Section of the Cedar River in Renton, Wa. The Cedar River Watershed supplies a large portion of Seattle’s water. An old pedestrian bridge, below, is showing its age. In this part of the country anything left outside will inevitably have something green growing on it shortly.

Call Box

I was nearly arrested taking this image. A Port of Seattle cop saw me with my camera pointed at this highly sensitive device and wanted to know what I was doing and why. I tried to explain the artistic merits of the look of the call box and how that might translate into something interesting to view. He looked at me like I was from the Planet Zeon and asked me to move along. I don’t think he was interested in debating those ‘artistic merits’.

Rusty Building

Rusty, deserted building in Portland, Or. This image was taken from quite a distance with a 70-200mm lens, which is why the quality is not what I would have liked. Having said that, I still thought the colors of the building, as it is in this state of decay, were interesting.