Thursday evening, crossing the plaza at the Emabarcadero in San Francisco, I walked past one of the hearts I had photographed a week or so back. As I glanced over it, I noticed something different. Somebody had spray painted a graffiti tag onto the heart.
I’m sure whoever did it thinks they are very cool; I think it is just sad. There are graffiti artists out there who produce real art, and brighten up places. Then there are the fools that can only manage to tag objects, or other people’s art works. These people are the graffiti-world’s equivalent of the script-kiddies; with no real abilities of their own, they resort to causing damage instead.