Another lazy roundup of pictures according to a theme as I continue to sort through 1,093 images, a collection that includes lots of fuzzy distant shots of birds. Today it's signs that struck us (fortunately, not literally) for one reason or another.
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| My favorite sign, frequently encountered in the UK |
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| Just lovely old words that sound like places one would like to visit (Wallingford, England). |
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| There are still ladies, gentlemen, and milliners in Wallingford, England. |
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| I just like how this jaunty little fellow looks so happy about marching to neolithic Silbury Hill. |
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| Oh. You don't believe us? You think we're overstating the case? |
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| Fine. Go talk to the guy with the horns. |
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| Danger: Pit of bacon ahead. Use caution while driving. |
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| Life is full of uncertainty. One minute you're falling into the Sea of Curtain Ruffles, the next minute you discover that someone left the dry-ice machine running in your house. |
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| Another wonderful old street sign, beckoning with so many places to go. |
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| I love how somebody just said "You think it's twee, I think it's ME" and gave their house this name and plaque (Burnham-on-Crouch). |
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| Profound? Misplaced priorities? Exactly right priorities? Sign of the end times, so to speak? Discuss amongst yourselves. It's definitely focused on the nitty-gritty and inescapable in life. Spotted in Wells. |
