I watched the afternoon Norfolk Southern rumble through town, enjoying the latest tagging on a long line of freight and tank cars. Some of the best I've seen. Good use of color. I've no idea what the images mean, but I enjoy watching them go by wondering where they came from, where they've been and where they're going.
There's a gang of amateur thespians camped out nearby in an old church in a dead town with a 20 mph speed zone and a mean cop. I've no idea what they're up to, what made them appear there and whether they think they'll end up on Broadway.
Someone painted over a Mail Pouch black barn down the road. I've no idea what they were thinking and I wonder how many people had driven by over the years wondering whether they should stop somewhere in town and buy some chew.