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

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Signs


My recent cupcake odyssey gave me a lot of opportunities for pictures 
of various kinds -- old brickwork, new construction, 
and street signage at its most prosaic.
Two versions of the little profile man are shown 
in the top and middle photos. The economy may be stagnant,
but construction projects are plentiful; the mobile shacks
reflected above and the work shown below are just a small bit
of the numerous projects in downtown Indy. 


The traffic downtown is inexcusable for a city our size. 
The numerous attempts to address the sorry state of
the local public transportation system have always sounded like 
lip service falling on unhearing ears; people have become 
so dependent on their autos that there doesn't seem 
to be a viable way to wean them from their gas-guzzling ways
and the city fathers are making too much money from car owners
via fuel, upkeep, taxes, insurance and parking fees.
But their self-serving negligence is beginning 
to bite them in the ass, as increasing demands for better 
and more buses, more bike routes and facilities
show how far behind we are compared to other cities. 


Monday, February 27, 2012

Signs


In a world of corporate logos and trademarked design excellence, 
it is often refreshing to encounter handpainted, vintage 
and homemade signage. I saw these three examples within
a four block stretch along West Michigan Street. 


It's such a treat to find that the sign for Jung's Red Heart Beer
still appears on the side of the building where it
was painted many years ago.


And here is a homemade treat for a neighborhood
motorcycle shop. I can't decide whether the yellow 
things are two pair of blonde-haired boobies
or the nether ends of a couple flaming dicks.
Oh. Oh, yeah. Well, I guess they're exhaust pipes.