(aka If I’m going to keep taking all these photos, I may as well post them.)
I don’t know if it’s my mood or the age of development along certain roads, but sometimes I hit a strip of fabulous signs that has me pulling off on the side of the road over and over. Today from Furman to I-185 …
Go ahead -- give us your interpretation.
I think it was Frieda — or maybe Dan — who snapped this one for me some time back. Just came across it in my email.
Here’s another one from Frieda …
Sheriff pulls up next to the guy unloading garbage out of his pickup right into the ditch. Sheriff asks, “Why are you dumpin’ garbage in the ditch? Don’t you see that sign right over your head?” “Yep”, the man replies. “That’s why I’m dumpin’ it here, cause it says: ‘Fine For Dumping Garbage’.”
Golden Isles Parkway. A highly recommended alternative route.
Actually, I believe it was a lot fewer miles to come home from Jacksonville via the Okefenokee Swamp, then diagonally across the state on Hwy 23, the Golden Isles Parkway. And certainly a whole lot more fun than driving back up that nasty I-75 between Macon and Valdosta, which is a screaming parade of heinously ugly billboards and orange barrels.
And I know that you are all glad that I took the day to humor my obsession with the written word, as displayed on roadside signs for all the world to see. (This is a long one, so settle in. Mouseover to control the slideshow.)
And so lacrosse ends and transitions into spring football. I enjoyed lax and hope Tom plays again next spring.
sweaty little boys
Inhale deeply. Savor the scent of stinky kid and well seasoned equipment.
Tom takes his mother's fixation with signage to new lows.
Cleaning those Cubbie photos off my phone yesterday, I found all sorts of strange and wondrous BlackBerry pictures I’d snapped but never viewed. So for the next few days I’ll subject you to a series of random clicks out the window and across the street.
Make up yer cottonpickin! One is right; the other is wrong.
It's bad enough there's a school for it. But does the sign have to speak txt?
HI! Get in there and get me one of those tots!
Larry McDonald fell down.
This suburban gated 'hood is called Renaissance. Imitation Old Masters adorn on the stone-veneer walls. It makes me grin. (But then, as you can see, I'm easily amused.)
This has been on Woodlawn forever. Dan and I looked at the house next to it when we were shopping houses once. There's a story behind it that's too long for a caption.
Because I can ... give you directions to my house from here.