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<\/a>A little breeze blew through the dunes where the fort stood. The ocean barely moved.<\/p>\nI reconsidered the tag, because, well, I have been in full reconsideration mode the past two years, and have slowed, if not eliminated altogether, a rush to judgment on all matters.<\/p>\n
We don’t exactly live in an age of reconsideration, where reconsideration is valued and encouraged.<\/p>\n
I looked at the tag and thought:<\/p>\n
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- At least the tagger was at the beach and checking out a fort. That requires curiosity and a bit of a hike where most beachcombers never venture.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
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- The tagger bringing paint to the beach struck me initially as sad, but then I wondered if the tagger simply became unhinged to create graffiti art once he beheld this magisterial fort.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
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- Perhaps the tag was as ephemeral as the fort itself. And the wind, rain, sun and salt would annihilate it in all good time.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
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- Perhaps the juxtaposition or intersection of graffiti and a driftwood fort was the expression of a new kind of art, and the critics wouldn’t know what the hell to make of it.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
I took a photo of the tag and then continued on my way. It felt good to reconsider, rather then to judge. Drifttwood forts are no place for judgment.<\/p>\n\n
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- Perhaps the juxtaposition or intersection of graffiti and a driftwood fort was the expression of a new kind of art, and the critics wouldn’t know what the hell to make of it.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
- Perhaps the tag was as ephemeral as the fort itself. And the wind, rain, sun and salt would annihilate it in all good time.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
- The tagger bringing paint to the beach struck me initially as sad, but then I wondered if the tagger simply became unhinged to create graffiti art once he beheld this magisterial fort.<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n