Queens graffiti

Pin It I stood on the Woodside Platform to a gray sky morning; the cast from the heavens masked the Manhattan skyline beyond the Queensboro Bridge which spanned the East River. I felt a few drops of rain as the subway cars clattered to and from their destinations while I waited for mine to eventually come.

I found myself slowly becoming accustomed to the sights and smells around me; it was becoming more commonplace and regular.

In just a few minutes my train arrived; as it sped me away toward Manhattan, I looked down on the streets and buildings several stories below. Graffiti I’d seen on each of these trips scarred the buildings I passed over, leaving behind words of those long-since gone; undoubtedly some ineffectual attempt in order to be remembered. However, this was hopeless for many others had tagged over these messages in order to be seen as well…it was clearly a competition for limited space and shouting power.

But as we moved into another neighborhood the graffiti transfigured and evolved into something greater; quite simply it became…

Art.

Insomuch I had to make a hasty exit from the train, and take capture a few images of it all.







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