I can hear the sound of the whistle. The train is nearby. The ground shakes as the freight moves closer. Flashing lights.
I got stopped yesterday at the RR crossing in town. The train was long…and it was in no hurry. I sat for 12 minutes, parked, as the cars rolled by. There is something about a train. I’m not sure what it is…almost mesmerizing…the clack, clack, clack as the cars pass over the rails. Trains slow us down. Whether we like it or not. Yesterday, I chose to like it.
Since I was the first car at the guard, I had a great view of the train car graffiti. Have you ever had opportunity to really look at the graffiti that is sprayed all over the train? Honestly, a lot of it was really good stuff. I know people should not spray paint on other people’s property. It is vandalism. That is just the truth. But, if I owned a train I think I’d hire some kids to “paint” it. Um….I’d call it something like “Art On The Rails”.
One graffiti artist had painted an entire person on the car. I was thoroughly impressed with the detail.
As it turns out, the brief intermission of rail road art was just what I needed.
Living in the moment.
Enjoying something as simple as graffiti.
And I drove away, smiling.
- Graffiti truck is a street art throwback (nydailynews.com)
- T Magazine: Tag He’s It (tmagazine.blogs.nytimes.com)
- Reverse Graffiti? (uyellelle.wordpress.com)
- Teen charged with widespread graffiti (cbc.ca)
- Graffiti Thoughts: Notes Part Two (socyberty.com)