OF THE TIMES, AND
.why not? So: into it—
WE START TODAY’S CHALLENGE
which is to snap a sign, right? But we contrarians can begin with a non-sign, like so … but first, an explanation:
In town they’ve demolished an older part of a store to replace it with ‘Gun City’. All well and good, but they’ll be advertising (of course) which means that a lovely old sign (painted windmill and zillions of tulips) will be replaced with probably stylised gun-sights and bullets. Sign of the times and who would I be to object? Anyway, here’s your not-a-sign-no-more—
—and we’ll move on to someone’s highly original idea of social enlightenment and motivation. Let’s not be too cynical, this cost somebody both time and effort and money so the least we can do is take the message onboard—
—whilst thanking the guy/guyette profusely for the meaning and intentions.
Sadly a wee while further along today I came across the crash site of a noble hero-sign, shot down in flames in the line of duty and in my mind I could hear the old song “Coming in on a wing and a prayer … etc etc” and could almost read the internal memo, words to the effect that “One of our signs is missing“—
—alas, poor sign. Take him for all in all, I shall not look upon his like again until the next time.
It was a bit redundant anyway, this winter has been quite mild although we did have a whoof or two of snow with intermittent hail lashings all day just yesterday (and I got some snaps, anticipating a “WPC: weather”).
how ’bout this baby?
—ain’t that just a gem? For whatever reason it reminds me of a bullet-riddled sign I saw a long time ago—
“It is Forbidden To Shoot This Sign”
—’nuff said. It was in a Southland park where they also used to have an old steam locomotive that they had to remove because of vandals …
BUT THE CREME DE LA CREME
Is this unintended juxtaposition which really rang my bell. A couple of strolling Southland battle-maidens across the road stopped to loudly discuss my motives, but I kept the camera to my eye until they’d given up and trudged off (limited attention span, most SBMs).
For you: make of it what you will—
—it’s on a walk route I follow frequently and I always feel I should record it for posterity.
(Too often I’ve admired a crumbling structure and by the time I’m motivated to record it the rotten thing ain’t there no more, ’twas ever thus.)
The real challenge is keeping up …