I went rambling about the city today. Steve, Al, and I went on a self-guided tour of the old subway tunnel that runs under part of the city, and it was quite the experience.
There used to be a subway running through Rochester, but it was torn out when one of our expressways was built. My grandfather remembers taking the subway to catch his train to leave for Parris Island when he was 18, if that gives anyone any indication of how old it is. I’ve personally never been down there before, after hearing stories about it for so many years.
Since I just moved back to the area recently, I have been on a huge kick to learn all about the city I was raised in, and really immerse myself in what Rochester has to offer, and all the things I missed growing up here.
Down in the opening of the subway tunnel, there are tons of pieces of really amazing graffiti, and having Al with us was especially great, because he knows most of the artists who did these pieces, and could tell us all their names and what the things said.
I was truly blown away with what these people can do with simple cans of spray paint. The colors, shading, lines, and shapes that I saw today….I don’t think I have words to describe them, so I will just use pictures of some of my favorites.