Showing posts with label graffiti. Show all posts
Showing posts with label graffiti. Show all posts

Dec 8, 2014

Munich Graffiti

Saturday morning, I had to wash my laundry, which was a fun experience in and of Itself. I'm no stranger to the use of laundromats. I used my phone to locate the nearest one, which was only a few kilometers away, and then drove myself there in the car I borrowed from my company. (Have I mentioned that I work for a great company?) While my clothes were washing, I took a walk around the neighborhood, and soon found myself under a main thoroughfare snapping photos of some funky graffiti. I could not stay long. I had to get back to grab my clothes out of the drier, but here are some photos I took, Saturday morning, before I drove up into the Alps ...

Feb 22, 2007

A few shots from the ride home.


Today's ride home from work was pretty satisfying. Windy but, yes, quite satisfying. It wasn't very sunny but it also wasn't arctic. I enjoyed a steady cadence through the concrete jungle, freewheeling at my leisure, and took 20 minutes to explore around a train tressle about a mile away from where I work. Here are a few photos I took while messing around tonight.


- Mike





Feb 3, 2007

Graffiti Warehouse...


This morning I snuck into another abandoned warehouse on the SW side of Bmore. After bushwacking along a river bank and hiking down some railroad tracks, I ducked inside a conveyer shaft and crawled up inside the warehouse. Let me tell you: climbing up the rusty rollers of a conveyer shaft isn't as fun as it sounds. (but yes, it was fun)

When I got inside I found the warehouse completely empty. No neglected machinery, or traces of any type of work. Just empty space. Every wall was covered in tags so I took a bunch of photos while I explored. Just outside was the hum of tractor engines and murmer of voices. Somebody was working on a truck.

Just as I was about to climb a ladder to the 2nd floor I happened to glimpse over my right shoulder and make direct eye contact with a man in full Carhardt gear. Our eyes connected across the expanse of 2 warehouse floors through perfectly aligned open doors. Not knowing exactly what to do; I waved. This got me no response so I walked casually out of view and then ran back to the conveyer shaft and shimmied out of the structure. I had to cut it short today, but it's better to be safe than sorry... or in Central Booking.


- Mike