Showing posts with label signs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label signs. Show all posts

Friday, April 14, 2017

One benefit of walking Gracie --

my One-Hour-A-Day-Dog -- is chatting with folks on campus. Students often ask, "May I pet your dog?" or smile and nod (briefly looking up from their screens), or offer a passing hello, or even want to talk.

One young woman curled into an Adirondack chair, reading and enjoying the sunlight, hopped up and asked to pet Gracie. "Of course," I said. And then she told me about her dog.

"I remember how hard it was to leave my cat at home when I went to college. What year are you?

"First."

"It got a bit easier this semester, don't you think?"

"Yes," she said.

Gracie, meanwhile, was basking in the student's affection.

She told me she would major in psychology with a second emphasis in political science. "I love it here," she added. "I just love learning new things."

With that, we parted.

A bit later, I stopped to photograph this stencil on the sign. A student turned the corner, looked where I was looking, and said, "What's that?"

"I was hoping you might know!" I answered.

"No clue. But it looks like an insect, doesn't it?"

"Yep. I just love random things like this."

"Me, too," she said. "See ya!"


Conversations with strangers each morning, another reason why I enjoy walking with Gracie.

Sunday, March 5, 2017

Signs of the Times: Then

Littering the two-lane highway back up north (I came a long way), I found north Alabama immensely satisfying.

Here's why:











Sunday, November 20, 2016

Signifying

On my way to Walmart this morning, this caught my attention:

Having not seen it before (I usually drive a different way), I returned after my shopping, parked up a hill, walked down, and snapped.

It's a beautiful billboard: bold design against late fall sky, burnt orange border checkered along the bottom, metal support and stairs and wires and cables framing it. 

I didn't realize till I got halfway home that I had misread the billboard. Instead of a message against drug use (We'ed), I read it (We'd) as a protest against the signs of the times -- spinning, bullying, taunting, worrying, hating, accusing, and especially sorting and othering of those without power and the degradation that comes with it.

A sign of my own dis-ease, perhaps, this accidental misunderstanding.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Saved!

review/return 3 papers
purchase 3 pairs of shoes, one cucumber, one bag of chocolate chips

send/receive multiple text messages/emails

read The New York Times/Facebook/blogs/recommended things

drive 54 miles

walk

photograph (84), upload to Lightroom, adjust/upload 3 snaps

notice one Widow Skimmer/Green Darner, several Blue Dashers/Ebony Jewelwings/Eastern Bluebirds/crows/Redwing Blackbirds, 1 Great Blue Heron, 2 adult/3 young Canada Geese, 1 fox

visit SOUL (where flowers once cleansed spirits)