There have been entirely too many house fires in my city in the past year and a half. I suppose that one house fire is a fire too many, but I’ve lost track of all the reports of burnt homes in the local news. When I spotted the property shown in this post over the weekend, I had no memory at all of reading about this particular house fire.
I love train graffiti, especially the type painted in letters so fat that I fail to map each to the right letter of the alphabet until it has rolled away. Watching a train pass is sometimes like listening to the tones of a foreign language I wish I knew but do not, and in my unknowing, the conversation sounds more like music than dialogue.