A few shots from a railyard near the Daniel Smith’s artist supply in south Seattle. I was waiting for Jeanne, having exhausted my own considerable interest in the cool stuff Daniel Smith’s sells, and wandered over to examine the graffiti. I was tentatively taking a few shots that included the picturesquely orange railroad worker in the background. My tentativenous came from the suspicion that railroad workers wouldn’t want me wandering around in their yard. In fact, after this shot, the worker saw me. He first began edging out of the shots, and then came toward me. When he got to me, he said, “What are you doing?” I said, “Taking photos of the graffiti.” He said, “Hmmh. Where are you from?” I said, “Kansas City.” He said, “Oh, there’s a great railyard in Kansas City!” And we were off.
Quite a nice painting…
…and more impressive in context.
Oh, yes.
Pulled back a bit from the first shot.
A leftover fence shot from last summer, somehow mixed in with graffiti photos. Barbed wire and fence poles are my thing.
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