I out walking...

These are stairs behind the legal wall in Bethel circa 1993. Back in the day, I had plaid Keds that blended in very nicely with the overspray and the tags, if I do say so myself. For no good reason I can think of right now, this photo reminds me of the Frost poem that contains the lines, "Now I out walking/the world desert/and my shoe and my stocking/do me no hurt." I love the spirit that drives graffiti. It is, as Cycle says, fundamentally American. Like jazz. And Frost. (More)

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