…Or having graffiti delivered right to your door.
I have landed a home right near some awesomely busy, busy railroad tracks just north of Nashville.
Every day, every hour is a graffiti hunter’s dream….
Quick, gotta run up there and see whats coming through.
There is so much great stuff rolling by, I’m having a hard time keeping up with it all.
My photo’s are backing up on me. I feel artfully constipated…
Have I uploaded?
Have I downloaded ? Sideloaded? Middle loaded? God Lord…wayyyyyyyyyyyyyy too many shots of trains.
Trains waiting on the tracks, or whizzing a long…just a wee bit too fast for my camera (I really do need to invest in an SLR).
See…or should I say hear, right now as I am writing, at this very minute there’s one going by.The temptation to jog up the street and up on the tracks is so hard to resist. But, I must control my urge. Everything in moderation, please!
I have gotta draw a line. And pardon the pun.
There’s simply no way I will catch all that graffiti, especially when it’s zipping by.
I am excited. Each dawn brings a new day…a day of brightly painted mobile canvas’, all craftily, ingeniously and fantastically bombed!!!!!
This has completely morphed in to a full-time, fantastic hobby. Better still…a crazy wicked interest. I do not mind a bit. And I adore how its all connecting so beautifully to Nashville’s very own Wildchild, Vernon Rust. Songwriter, performer, character extraordinaire!
He has totally immersed himself in my outlandish interest and fascination for graffiti.
He welcomes a jaunt up to the railway line.
He has become an invaluable member of thegraffitihunter crew.
He be one of my homies….Rock on Vern!
You are The Man….
I read a super cool comment, from a super cool contact on Flickr.
“You and Vern peep hella trains” he said…for sure, for sure!
And your music ain’t bad either, Vernon Rust….