I arrived late in the day - meaning great light- and folks were there with their paint cans going to town on the cars. One crowd of teenagers showed up on a bus. They were on their way back home to Durango, Colorado. Others were just tourists who happen to be in the neighborhood.
Climbing onto the cars was a popular trick but finding adequate space to spray-paint something meaningful was pretty tough.
This woman already knew what she was spraying onto this car would probably be painted over before the next morning - as she covers up something somebody else had written before she arrived.
This woman already knew what she was spraying onto this car would probably be painted over before the next morning - as she covers up something somebody else had written before she arrived.
The last time I was here I was shooting with a film camera. Ages ago by digital standards. 1350 miles into my 2780 mile journey. All is well.
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