OKAY - NORTHVAN IS NOTHIN' BUT DEAD NOW...

It's Friday Night in Mountain-Town, but no-one's peepin'. They roll up the sidewalks at nine.  Little boys in bed by ten.  Train taggers out by midnight.

And life goes on.

We bring you a cancelled check - a safety net of hookers' hoisery, a mis-spent dollar at the Salvation Army Medicine Store.  It's the new & improved or disapproved Mosquito Creek Overpass.

As usual, those finnicky North Van District Officials have been busy little asses again, paintin' the red trains green, but our local toys and taglings are back to work with a fervor.

We bring you their latest, shot after dark, when the coyotes call.

Derek Returns, happily carving a retirement dream into his Trans-Canada Cavern.  Another unusual piece, my-oh-my! We like the murky Rhubarb color theme, but we won't get our Tibetan Buddhist crew to comment on that.  Tonight is for livin' and lovin'.

No comments on these thin initials, but it's a Road Race for Evil Kinevil for sure. Nascar Trailer Trash Nightmares.

Next: ALIEN INVADERS.

Alien's Piece stands about six feet high, painted on the South Side of the North half of the twin bridge.  Does that make sense?  Unfortunately, you have to be down the crack to see it.  These fine pieces of art should be on display instead of billboards on the highway.  Make sense to you George W Bush?  Let's prioritize our steps to an enlightened world.

Now, check this out. 

This was taken at night by flash, so the colors are a little grainly.  Listen: GUSTO, climbed up under the surface of the roadway, clinging onto girders, one hundred feet above the ground, and did a fairly decent little throw-up in the process.

How are those Bridge-Painter Goons from the DNV gonna cream this one out?  With long paint brushes?

Good on ya Gusto, dude.  We need more high-rollin painters like you to show that no good rat-fink from the Bronx that we mean business up here in the Green Corridor.

Yum.

Krosner. Kancer. Kranberry-Dancer. God, who knows.  It IS alive however, this one, and it speaks highly of the advantage to using metallic sheens - investing that extra buck in good art supplies.  Thank you for lighting up the night.

Just above our Kross-Dancer, SKE's freestyle, signed YDK Crew, takes over where countless scribbles have sat before.   "A rip in tha lip and watch the true colors drip..."  An effort at some rap poetry jammed in there somehow. 

SMEK writes to inform that SKE passed away recently. (Also a correction in my dumb-ass interpretation.  Thanks SMEK, and Condolences to all friends / family of another great Canadian street artist...  Seems like Mosq Creek is really turning into a commemorative hallway for the departed...

This little Medicine Man on the right, "The Terrible One", signed by Moe T, has been on our fair landscape now for about 4 years, me-thinks.  Time for a birthday party for TTO.  Eyes are a little bloodshot from partying too hard, but that's "life in the barracks".  Ask Uncle Sue.

DECA PROMISES NEW SHOES by the light of the full moon.  Workingman's folly - this - only to be renewed time and time again by the trends that come and go.

Simple, decent, powerful and outspoken; a man who wears his running-shoes on the right feet.

If only our Native Ancestors could have installed a graveyard here, we'd all have something to chirp about.

And more, for the war that is never won.  OMEGA & HOTY sign this experiment in Industrial Grey.  The use of Home Depot Marin Enamel Floor Paint has come a long way since the Great Depression.  Now, people use it almost everyday.

Here is JEF. 

We don't know where we saw JEF before.  Was it the GRIFFIN GULCH?  Who knows.  JEF reminds us of the folly of everyday life with a simple Toothbrush & Gravy type-of-thing.  We need these simple reminders of the underlying goodness of things, or we'd all be exported to China silver-lined boxes and buried next to the Giant Clay Soldiers.  Makes you want to go out and buy a registered firearm, don't it?

MEL is takin' us home, once again. Like JEF, MEL is a shimmering icon of simplicity and splendor.  A beacon in the darkness of the bridge underwear.  Thanks MEL - for investing in that silvery shit, and spraying it generously where it counts.

And now:  

DA.  Da-Da.  Small, sweet, cute, and all those frisky, 5-letter words that can be used to describe things that crawl & fly.

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