Wyatt Baldwin

Last Thursday, my second to last day at EDI, I walked home. Instead of walking on the sidewalk along the road the whole way–which is a busy, noisy state highway in an industrial area with a lot of big trucks–I walked* along the tracks behind some industrial buildings. I came across this graffiti:

It’s not super artistic or anything, but it was unexpected. There was some other, more “professional” graffiti along the way. Here’s the view after turning left and heading home again:

It’s interesting to consider that most of the people that drive by here every day will never know this exists. Maybe it’s not important to them. It is to me.

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*Tangent: I have a lot (most?) of my best ideas/thoughts/feelings when I’m walking or biking alone to/from work. Or when I’m walking alone in Forest Park. Or when I’m on a ramble with other people but am caught up in my own thoughts. Or, in other words, when I’m active and alone (or effectively alone).