Last weekend Ryan and I drove to Santa Barbara for my brother’s UCSB graduation. I graduated from college before my brother had even graduated from high school, so I still cannot believe my baby brother is all grown up and a college grad.
It was so wonderful to see my brother graduate and to celebrate with our extended family. I loved getting to see his UCSB stomping grounds and all the work he has done renovating his fraternity house (we’ve got a budding interior designer in the family now!). The graduation weekend went by too quickly, until we hit the traffic heading home…the traffic was so bad that we ended up abandoning ship when we saw this colorful train graveyard along the 101. I was so excited to explore the grounds of the train cars and admire the graffiti art, until we got close to the tracks…
All of a sudden I was terrified walking up to the train. For some reason I had this fear that a train would come barreling down the track out of nowhere and I would end up as the next sensationalized headline stating, “girl crosses train tracks even though she knew she shouldn’t.”After Ryan logically explained that the track is broken on both ends and no engines in sight, the chance of a train coming barreling down the track was zero. Logic. It is always such a good way to stamp out fear. Anyways, I put my big girl
pants skirt on, an off we went to explore.
The art on the sides of the train was beautiful. Over the years, my appreciation for street art and graffiti art has grown and in this instance, provided a welcome reprieve from traffic.