In 2014, my daily walks began taking me through the strip district at about the same time each morning and I began capturing some of my favorite freight and moniker pieces. Now and then, I’ve wondered where some of the cars might ultimately end up, or whether some of the vandals & scribes that put them up would ever see them again and think, “huh, I wonder what tangled mess of one-person crew operations led that BNSF car I threw up on from Tacoma East to Pittsburgh.”