Sunday, July 7

I go for a walk. Today the weather threatens heavy rain, although it has held back so far. I go for a quick but short walk before whatever storm the weather might have planned has time to build up a head of steam.

On the way home I take a diversion to look at the ever-changing graffiti in the tunnel under Itäväylä and capture some of the new stuff.

I have started to wonder whether graffiti works like busking: some teams have claims over some spaces. Who can I ask to find out, I think to myself, as I look up at the sky and quicken my pace to arrive home just in time.