I walk the Acequia Trail behind my house frequently, but recently messages, stickers, and graffiti seem to be raining down in the night! The messages are a bit mysterious at the moment–what do they mean exactly? But as a follower of text, I wanted to share these.
You can see this turf is somewhat disputed as to “use.” I wonder if the signage–and the actual interest of a line cutting through the neighborhood–doesn’t compel a desire to mark the landscape.
Along the Railrunner trail at South Capitol Station.
In the course I’m taking, from Glyph to Graffiti, we’ve been assigned the project of writing our names.
I started with my illegible signature.
And went on from there:
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