In the interstices between expanses of spray paint, an older artform of boxcar chalking persists, and even flourishes today. All of these photographs were taken in the last few months at Helena, Montana, and most of these are on BNSF grain cars:
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| Hydrocephaly, not an impediment to love. |
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| What the hell is this thing? Looks like a whistle. |
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| This vagabond gets around. |
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| And still gain weight! |
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| Texas Pete is a ways from home. |
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| The dead fish needs a little work. |
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| At first, I mistook Freight Bandit for Freight Rabbit, see the ears? |
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| My favorite, had to tint him blue. |
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| If Gov. Jerry Brown were a character on Beavis and Butthead! |
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| BOB! |
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| Never let a demon near your boobies! |
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| It's that damn whistle thing again! |
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| Succint |
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