The first thing I found when, with the excuse of the Pandemic, I brought photography into this blog, was graffiti. But after a string of posts featuring some beautiful displays of graffiti on a train that was sitting on some tracks around here, and some interesting railroad yard graffiti, I moved on to pictures of other things; flowers, turkeys, flowers, butterflies, birds, flowers, and flowers. Some of that was out of interest, but some of it also had to do with not coming across a lot of graffiti where I was walking.
However, the other day, on a long ride on my new electric bike, where there were no flowers or turkeys or flowers or butterflies or flowers, I came across a nice collection of graffiti way down under a high bridge over the Mississippi River. So I ran around taking pictures of what I could, hoping no one would steal my bike while I did it. I thought some of these graffiti pieces were terrific. And I tried not to get carried away with my post processing of the pictures, though I confess I might have a couple of times.
I'm not sure if I'm the only one around this blog with a graffiti interest, but if so, as the writer (and photographer) of clerkmanifesto, I have the inestimable pleasure of getting to share everything I think is wonderful with everybody and letting the chips fall where they may.
And so without further comment, I present the following graffiti from under a bridge: