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29 August 2008
Photo Friday: "It's a sign (signs, billboards, etc)" , suggested by BP
These are on either side of the main gate to a random apartment complex in a very mundane bit of south London: ≡ Click to see image ≡
By which they mean " do not live here, we will drive you fucking crazy".
oh, hell - and I saw the most awesomest neon sign right outside the bar, that I consequently totally forgot to go shoot, blah.
Errr, remember how I was going on about how easy it was to fix graphics in photoshop? Well forget I said anything, this is what happens when I have exactly thirty seconds, can't find the fabled "meetup kit" (if it ever even existed), and am forced to use my craptabulous dumpster-diven inkjet printer with the nonfunctioning yellow cartridge...
When I see stuff that doesn't make sense I have to wonder why. I bet you do too sometimes. While out driving around my new hometown in 2002, I kept happening upon perplexing signs. So ... I created a little photographic essay to show you why I was confused. Perhaps you can 'splain some of this signage to me.
The first sign is straightforward enough. Look for yourself. It marks the entrance to Britton Creek Apartments.
As you might imagine, running along side Britton Creek Apartments is a clear, peaceful, country creek. You would think it would be Britton Creek, right? Instead ... just another 50 feet down the street you will find this sign on the bridge.
What were they thinking? A little while later, driving down a country road, another sign made me do a double take. Did that say what I thought? Upon closer examination, I looked behind me to see if Eddie Albert and Eva Gabor would doe-si-doe by.
Darlin' I love you but give me Park Avenue. I knew I had left Hendersonville for good and entered that Twilight Zone known as Hooterville when this sign appeared over the next rise.
Yes, that is exactly what the store is called. I did not touch up the photo. Cross my heart and hope they don't pull out the banjos and play the theme from Deliverance. Y'know what beat all? There was no produce to be found anywhere ... plenty of potted plants and crafts. They did have the junk part right.
When I started seeing guys in fatigues with big chaws o' terbacky in their cheeks, I knew I was headed into no man's land. I looked for the first place to turn around and high tail it back to town. Wouldn't you know this is what I'd find.
This one was the produce store. I went inside but didn't buy anything. Just wanted to see if the joke was on me. Apparently not. This is for real. Eeeeek. I may never leave the house again.
And this one....well, I dunno. It was very odd to stumble onto. That's not my dog at the bottom of the pic, by the by, but a client that I've had for years and years. She's batshitinsane, but a sweet kid nonetheless.
photo by splunge
photo by TheophileEscargot
photo by Kronos_to_Earth
photo by ethylene
