These are stairs behind the legal wall in Bethel circa 1993. Back in the day, I had plaid Keds that blended in very nicely with the overspray and the tags, if I do say so myself. For no good reason I can think of right now, this photo reminds me of the Frost poem that contains the lines, "Now I out walking/the world desert/and my shoe and my stocking/do me no hurt." I love the spirit that drives graffiti. It is, as Cycle says, fundamentally American. Like jazz. And Frost. (More)
These are stairs behind the legal wall in Bethel circa 1993. Back in the day, I had plaid Keds that blended in very nicely with the overspray and the tags, if I do say so myself. For no good reason I can think of right now, this photo reminds me of the Frost poem that contains the lines, "Now I out walking/the world desert/and my shoe and my stocking/do me no hurt." I love the spirit that drives graffiti. It is, as Cycle says, fundamentally American. Like jazz. And Frost. (More) 
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