I took a short trip to the train dam over my Thursday lunch hour. I hiked the paved path — and eventually the muddy trail, upstream from the dam, and found a neat old train bridge. Graffiti adorned its flatter surfaces, as did personal messages between friends and apparently long-lost loves.
Today I’m highlighting only this picture, because I felt it is a cheerful way to start the weekend, and with the glasses and the hair sticking up in the front, it looks kind of like me. I also tried to show a bit of how the track is put together.
(click the pic to enlarge it)