Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin’ out the scenery, breakin’ my mind
Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign?
Five Man Electrical Band – 1971
I’ve been working sporadically on my photo library over the past few months and noticed I have several hundred photos with the tag “signs”. Apparently I really like signs and have a propensity to take photos of them.
Signs often amuse me – like finding a pipe smoking fish.
Or the unusual juxtaposition of an ink shop located beside an accounting office.
I enjoy and appreciate the creativity in using pictorial business signs, like the scissors and comb for the hair salon, or the pen for the accounting firm.
I’m attracted to the unusual, the clever, and the unexpected.
With so many signs competing for my attention at this busy downtown corner, the world sitting on a giant chair still has me puzzled every time I see it.
I value signs to provide me with direction and serve as landmarks. If you’ve ever gone anywhere with me, you know I have a deep-seated fear of getting lost. My hiking partner, Helen, would argue it borders on the irrational.
However, signs can keep us safe.
… remind me I’m getting close to home.
… or that I’ve reached my destination.
Even a familiar sign can suddenly become interesting.
I’m always looking for a sign to tell me whether I’m headed in the right direction.
… because being on the right path is something I really like.