A virus on the landscape
Recently, I was walking along an abandoned railway in an seaside area north of Santa Cruz, Calif. This was while navigating a path that led to a Pacific Ocean beach.
To me, it was sad to see the railway was littered with graffiti or, in this case, what some might call “tagging.” (I am not an expert on the subject.) We know that graffiti or tagging in an urban area, and in a controlled setting, can sometimes be a place for artistic expression. But vandalizing this railway, even if the railway is no longer in use, does nothing of value for anyone –– and is certainly not artistic.
As “The Outdoor Society” has so aptly put it, “We need to stop people from desecrating sites with stupid scribbles.”
A virus on the landscape
Recently, I was walking along an abandoned railway in an seaside area north of Santa Cruz, Calif. This was while navigating a path that led to a Pacific Ocean beach.
To me, it was sad to see the railway was littered with graffiti or, in this case, what some might call “tagging.” (I am not an expert on the subject.) We know that graffiti or tagging in an urban area, and in a controlled setting, can sometimes be a place for artistic expression. But vandalizing this railway, even if the railway is no longer in use, does nothing of value for anyone –– and is certainly not artistic.
As “The Outdoor Society” has so aptly put it, “We need to stop people from desecrating sites with stupid scribbles.”