Graffiti of the cruder splashy kind is something I regard akin to scribbling. But there is no doubt that there is a fine tradition of true graffiti artists in many countries. In a lot of places it is a struggle for their work to endure as they can frequently be lumped in with the careless spraying taggers.
The picture on the left above was one that made many a grey day of mine more colourful.
But the other day I saw a white van driving down our road, and from signs on the van I could discern that it was the graffiti police from the local council. And sure enough, a walk around the park today revealed the second picture above: evidence of the removal of this colourful rainbow from our lives.
I miss that rainbow.