Believe it or not, we're still at it, bemusedly chronicling the state of the wall each week - what's still there (usually nothing) - what's been added (a can of corn ... a cigarette butt ... a piece of what looks like a beef bone?). Somebody added more graffiti further up the hill and the city's graffiti busters finally sandblasted it off, but they didn't go all the way down to the boat dock, so the original big graffiti, plus more recent additions, is still there.
So we soldier on, decorating the graffiti every week with angels, animals and dinosaurs. And most every week we return to find it all gone again. Mostly our unknown correspondents don't smash it any more though. Mostly it seems they throw it all in the canal. Sometimes when the water is very still and clear, we can make out the shapes resting on the mud at the bottom.
Someday I'll get my computer back up and running and put up the past year and a half (yikes!!) worth of photos documenting our weekly decorations. Such a daunting task though, I keep putting it off.
In the meantime, we are still here, we are still at it, and I keep taking the photos to document it all.
But for today, you'll just have to take my word for it.