I spent a week in Pittsburgh, where I was not surprised (but still dismayed) to see (many) more Trump signs than Harris signs. Between running errands, however, I managed to find an old hiking trail, where I saw no political signs at all.
According to the internet, this tunnel, over which the railroad passes, is more than 100 years old. It made me wish that more things were made of curving bricks these days.
Beyond the tunnel, there was a hiking path with nobody hiking on it.
There were fall asters in bloom.
And contemplative graffiti: ‘In every walk with nature, one receives more than one seeks.’ It seemed like a lot of work to carve this into the cement barrier, but then again, it’s an important message.
Someone had left a memorial to a dog in the form of a message painted on to an empty spray-paint can: ‘R.I.P. WORST DOG EVER. YOUR DIDDY MISSES YOU SO MUCH. SPLOOT DOES TOO. WE WILL TAKE A RIDE IN THE TRUCK FOR YOU LATER. DON’T YOU CRY TONIGHT.’ It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes make beautiful things out of nothing.
Another railway trestle crossed over an ancient creek.
This used to be the world, and now it’s disappearing. Or maybe reappearing.
More flowers to offer hope.
The path was blocked by fallen trees.
The hills were covered in green.
