Floating somewhere between illusion and reality on Madison's Starkweather Creek
A solitary duck floated placidly between graffiti and their reflections on Starkweather Creek last weekend. They're painted on the sides of a rusting old railroad bridge. The rail line that ran across it is gone now, replaced by a bike path, the Capital City Trail. I always wonder about the taggers -- do they come by boat, or do they hang from the edge and work upside down?