on crossing the Oreti Bridge
out of Winton
by vehicle (there’s no accommodating pedestrians) (although I did briefly try it once by doing the spider thing along the guardrails; which wasn’t a good idea …) yer average punter would have no idea that there’s a whole world down below. Morlocks? Trogs? Who knows … or simply vandals.
graffiti is considered ‘art’. Street art, spontaneous art, wotever—and sometimes, whether wanted or not; it actually is. Art.
ABOUT A YEAR AGO
I posted variants of this shot—
—from beneath the bridge. Every day hundreds of folks drive overhead with nary a notion … but, dammit—I liked it!
I ONCE HELD THE ROMANTIC
notion that graffiti artists don’t vandalise each others’ efforts. Then today I discovered that another folklore goes the way of all dinners—I went back to see if any more good stuff had been added and discovered that no, not; but the stuffs I did like have been palimpsestisised.
So vandals vandalise vandals’ vandalisms too? (I never knew that.)
Anyway, as best I can tell, here’s some of this year’s edition—
—atop the previous. I think …
These shots gave me the best clue:
Next time I’m out that way I’ll look from the other side. And if there’s an observation to be made of the social commentary that is graffiti: after seventy-odd years the ‘artists’ still don’t know wot way the flaming swastika rotates (I imagine they’re attempting the Nazi swastika rather than the other kinds?)
TO MY DELIGHT
this guy was still there~
~and looking much as he did last summer. Hadn’t even changed his socks … must’ve watched quite a few stars and stuff passing overhead in that time (probably even noticed me passing over the bridge with The Spouse on occasion).