It’s been another week and another set of train photos have entered into my collection. I have realized how difficult some graffiti is to read, but I find a sort of beauty in that. As if it’s some well-kept secret that only a select few are privy to. Sure, I am out of the loop and slightly confused – but I am okay with that. Art is up for interpretation. Even if I can’t interpret some of it, I can certainly appreciate its beauty.