The Trestle

On the same trip in April 2008 mentioned just below in reference to my old school, I also visited another scene of ancient memories... the train trestle over Crum Creek, where even there deep in the woods the concrete foundation could not escape the ubiquitous grafitti artist's spray cans. If one can call them artists. A few perhaps are, but many merit other less cultured names. Too bad we can't resuscitate the likes of Van Gogh or Gaugin from their graves to paint on surfaces like these something more pleasing to the eye...