Of course people expressing themselves through the art of graffiti is expected in a city but certainly not in the middle of Navajo Nation land. I am very curious about all of these little random expressions of art that are spread out over 120 miles or so...they are so peculiar. My camera can not fully convey the size of some of the decals...like that of the elderly Navajo man and woman. I wonder who designed these? They make me smile. It also makes me smile that as per my little Maile girl we had to stop at one of Butch Cassidy's homes that is still standing (barely). My husband must be successful in feeding her little mind with adventures of what some consider the Robin Hood of the Wild West.
I'm glad to be home.