It’s amazing what you can find in the most normal of settings, and unexpectedly. All you have to do is keep your eyes open and actually look at your surroundings. For example, Philadelphia seems to be full of surprises such as this wonderful sculpture of a leopard on South 20th Street and Manning Street near Rittenhouse Square. One story has it that it the building which it is attempting to get into used to be a lingerie store and that this was used as marketing. The store has long gone but the leopard remains.
~ Love Locked ~
Locked there forever
On the fence at Montmartre
A shared sacred heart.
She couldn’t remember when she had first noticed the totem pole. She had just looked up from her dark lonely thoughts one day while walking down the street and seen it. Every day for the next month she had noticed that more items had been added. She didn’t know who was doing this, or when, as she had never seen anyone attaching anything to the lamp post, or even taking much notice of it. It was almost as if she was the only person to see it.
Today was her day, though. She had planned it for a week and finally plucked up courage.
As she twisted the blue beads into the wire she held her breath guiltily.
“Hello,” said a soft voice from behind her, ” I wondered when you were going to add something of your own…”
I was strolling round the area of Fairmount Avenue, Philadelphia the other morning whilst waiting for Easter State Penitentiary to open when I saw the following in one of the row homes in the area. An excellent message from the City of Brotherly Love.
Last month we visited New York City and were lucky enough to have unseasonably warm weather and no snow. At lunchtime we were sitting in Bryant Park, behind the New York Public Library on 5th Avenue and I watched there three older gentlemen also outside enjoying the weather with a game of bocce volo. These guys were good, clearly having played for years.
We are at a junction. Which path should we take to drive commerce and make us all as rich as Croesus, left or right?
Better make the decision soon as those lights don’t stay red forever…
Funny what you stumble across sometimes…
I spotted this sign at a road junction about a mile or so from my house quite some time ago. It made me chuckle and I vowed to get an image of it at some point. Today was that day, so I parked at the local church and walked along the edge of the road to get this shot. It has not been edited other than to sharpen it a little.
I cannot understand what on earth is going on at that junction. There are no sidewalks on any of the roads leading to the lights and it is a fairly busy and dangerous corner. Quite why the local authority would think it sensible to put up a pedestrian controlled light and then a no pedestrian sign is anyone’s guess.
Having “visited” the place I can only assume it is some type of Street Art, perhaps making some deep statement which I am yet to discover…
Yes, I know Ian was almost certainly referring to the folly of work, perhaps as he saw it from the perspective of an artist, or perhaps, as others have suggested, as a comment to the labour strikes and conditions in late 1970s Britain when he penned the lyrics. However, my obscure interpretation is going to be a photo of the Folly Theater in downtown Kansas City, Missouri that I took one evening from the hotel window opposite.
This 116 year old theater is still very much working and started its life as a burlesque and vaudeville hall. I am sure that many people over the century have had reasons to be cheerful attending The Folly!