It’s one thing to admire the artistry of a Parke County, Indiana, wooden bridge standing at its entrance, or below near the edge of the creek. Another to wander in and surround yourself with all that wood, from roof –

– to floor.

Your eyes spend a few seconds being useless as they adjust, the boards creak and the wood doesn’t exactly smell strongly one way or the other, as it might have when the bridge was new, but even now there’s a faint woody odor, maybe more enhanced after a rain. No recent rain for us, just plodding over dry boards cut well over a century ago.

Being summer, there was a distinct contrast between the brightness outside and the shadows inside a covered bridge. My camera doesn’t interpret the light pouring from the other side of the bridge in quite the way my eyes did. Even so, the camera captured that distinct contrast in its own digital-image way.

Except for those times its image was closer to the eyes’.

Also inside the bridges: graffiti, of course. The oldest extant covered bridge in Parke County reportedly dates from 1856. I imagine the oldest graffito – what would they use, chalk? – dates from ca. 1856.

The usual collection of declarations of love, puerile insults, political statements, enigmatic phrases and random nonsense.

And the whack-a-mole efforts to suppress it.

Klong. That’s my favorite from this round of graffiti spotting. An idiosyncratic item.

A dictionary meaning is canal in Thai. An alternate spelling of that, anyway. Or a Swedish homegoods retailer – reminds me of Ikea, but clearly more upmarket. Hard to know the mind of a graffitist, but I’ll bet it’s neither of those.