Sometimes, you're just walking/riding/driving along, and art just calls out to you, by name. Sometimes, quite literally:
Seriously. All that, on one train. And I didn't even look at the other side.
Deborah and I, with a certain amount of seriousness, describe graffiti on trains as "authentic urban art, direct from the nation's urban cultural epicenters, in a free traveling exhibit." Some of these guys have talent. I stood and looked at this one for quite a while:
And this one caught my attention, as well:
The amazing thing here is, along with his excellent use of color and shading (with a spray can!) the guy signed his name. Obviously, Mr. Jennigs either isn't worried about being prosecuted for his work, or he (rightly) wants credit for what he's done.
When was the last time you stopped and took a look at the art spoiling your town?