Tuesday, May 1, 2018

A Sign of Our Times


Or
A Sign for Our Times

Some folks put declarative signs on their lawns or windows. Signs in support of a political initiative/sentiment, or a candidate, or their aunt Ida.


Our public spaces are covered with signs, too. Those tell us what to buy and how much fun we’ll have when we do.


It’s a free country, so put ‘em up if that’s your thing. But it decidedly isn’t mine.


Frankly, I feel inundated. Flooded. Practically choked.


So you will forgive my delight when, while walking with a friend, I spotted this one—

Make of it what you will. That’s part of its beauty.

3 comments:

Evelyn said...

Your comment--"I feel inundated. Flooded. Practically choked."--reminded me of the Ogden Nash poem:
I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Perhaps, unless the billboards fall,
I'll never see a tree at all.

Mirka Breen said...

YES to Mr. Nash^

Kelly Hashway/Ashelyn Drake said...

I've never put up a sign like this. I prefer to look at nature, not signs.