I caught the bus into town and because I hate to miss it (there's only one an hour) I got to the stop ten minutes early and I had lots of time to admire the graffiti.
The first graffito, just above the bench, was the kind of thing you might expect:
But then someone felt all pastoral on the side wall:
And someone else got all philosophical opposite:
For some reason no one makes graffiti on the outside of the bus shelter, but its surface is completely covered in staples:
They're left over from years of posters advertising plays, sports, music and campaigns, and I'm sure that the poster stickers don't see themselves as graffiti artists ...
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