Whoa now! What is that passing by the small gap between the mill buildings? I guess you can put whatever spin on it you want. Is it graffiti? Life? Death? Mortality? A reminder? All your hopes and dreams? Something coming or going?
Or maybe just a bit of art someone painted on the side of a boxcar. Whichever one speaks to you this was not what I expected to see as I shot the train as it pulled by. It was just by chance that I was in the stairwell when it started to move so I decided to see what came along. most of the cars had the usual graffiti, colorful, painted over, or flaking off. until this car rolled into sight. I was so surprised to see it that it almost got out of sight unrecorded. Yet another spot of chance encounters that give something unexpected and fresh. Some days do go by seemingly devoid of anything with a zing, which must be due to state of mind or distraction because there is always something, it just gets overlooked by eyes fogged with daily issues. Some times the fog can be penetrated and an amazing sight comes into view. Other days a foghorn is the only thing that gets through, warning of shoals and shallow water ahead. Navigating with clear eyes is the best, not so easy to due with daily weather fronts that cloud our vision. And so many turn out to be much smaller than the storm clouds our worried and fretful minds perceive, wasting precious time and energy for any real storms and from the gift of the day we are in.
We humans are so …