We have a new sign. Well, not new. It’s almost 20 years old, but it has been down for a couple of years after being knocked over by a snowplow. Owen propped it back up this year, so we have our new (old) sign back again.
I took a few pictures.
Ben, Garry, and I went around to the farms along the river. Our hope was to get some pictures and maybe, with luck, some fresh corn, too.
We got both.
I always take pictures of signs. I used to do it when I was working to help place the story, especially when I had four or five (or more) stories to cover. I still take the shots, but now, more for the fun of it.
Oddly enough, after all the wind and rain … it’s still gray and cold. Usually, following a major storm, we get a couple of bright sunny days. The wind and rain clear the air and I look forward to the sun coming out.
Not this time. We are still in a mix of ever-changing weather. No two days are alike. Warm, cold, windy, dry, snow, melting, more snow. More rain. No sun for weeks at a time. Sometimes, by mid afternoon, it is as dark as night.
It’s a good time for oddballs in this oddest of worlds.
Theoretically, spring should be hinting at its arrival … but it’s not. No flowers and it’s cold, pouring rain, and very windy outside. In the middle of this, the builder came by to take a look at our falling apart window. Now I’m wondering how much wall behind that rotting window is going to need replacement.
Signs and portents? Well, signs, anyway.
In the end, we will still lose our way. Because we are deeply, phenomenally, directionally-challenged. With a GPS, maps and printed directions, it’s still no better than 50-50 we’ll actually get there.
It has been cold and rainy this entire month. I think we’ve had one completely sunny day. Otherwise, we get half an hour here and there. Between rains.
We took the dogs in for their quarterly grooming today. It was raining when we came out. We don’t even get one whole day without mud, but they were beyond dirty. They needed grooming.
We stopped at the deli coming home. It has changed owners. The new people work insanely long hours. This is what is so great about our immigrant population. These folks work hard and they don’t spend a lot of time complaining about it. They make wonderful neighbors.
In the course of events, I dove back into my Arizona folders and realized there are maybe a thousand more pictures ready for processing. So today, we are back in the desert … the gritty paths in the great Southwest.
From Romeo and Juliet
Act II. Scene II.
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.
At a crossroads in Connemara, Ireland in September 1990, a newly married couple (us) was trying to navigate from wherever we had been the previous day (Sligo maybe?) southward. The map was in English. The signs were all in Irish. The bullet holes in the sign are probably comments and opinions from others, like us, hopelessly lost and realizing there was no help forthcoming.
What’s in a name? A rose by any other might smell as sweet … but a road by any other may point us in the wrong direction and end us up on a dark, dirt road with no way to turn around. Or, in other words, a road by any other name is probably the wrong road.
I always take pictures of signs. It’s an old habit, a leftover if you will, from my working days. “Locator” shots made it easy to identify which video belonged to a particular story. Though I’m no longer working, I still take locator shots. And other interesting signs, too.
These were all taken at the same rest area in Wilmington, Connecticut.
We live in an area that doesn’t have a whole lot of place to shop. The few malls we have are no less than 20 miles drive and they aren’t the huge malls you find in suburban areas near major cities. Nonetheless, with a little help from the internet, we make do.
This remains, after all these years, my favorite sign photo. Right in my own neighborhood. No idea to whom “them” refers.
And a few others, just for fun: