While on a bike ride in southern Pennsylvania right above the Mason Dixon line I came upon a town called Glen Rock.
I came across what appeared to have been an abandoned factory or warehouse. I followed my nose (i.e., my camera) inside and discovered a roofless, open to the elements interior containing a number of pictures painted on the wall. My initial impression was that it was graffiti, but looking further, I saw it was organized and interesting. While the paintings on the walls were not studied professional works they gave me immense pleasure to see them because I knew that these folks had within them the love and spirit of the beauty of existence.
