Friday, March 25, 2011

Under a bridge in Beaverton

 Off the trail through the Tualatin Hills Nature Park, a well beaten path leads through brush and briar to abandoned freight tracks.  The rails a yummy orange-yellow, the moss a grocer's green.  Mud shows at least two fresh tracks, plus mine.   Crumpled cans, shitty graffiti, and quiet when I walked through carrying my skateboard and bag.  Definitely woulda been stopped and searched; looking like some paint-slinging skate punk.  

-"I bring you flower"
-"I bring you ice cream"

Campfire remnants, squattin' mat, halo figure graffiti

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