Suburban Graffiti

My favorite rock on the hiking trail I take everyday got tagged.



The only other thing that got marked was this tree, a little further east of the rock on the trail.



I saw the tree first, and I somehow knew that the rock had been hit. At first I felt angry, and then I felt sad. I have spent many hours studying the beautiful natural colors and patterns of this rock, and it feels like an old friend to me.

I suppose I could see it as an opportunity to continue to love the rock, despite its new guise. Or, I can figure out some way to remove the graffiti.