I’m sitting here with a photo of a hot air balloon from this weekend on the road.
Despite having been shot through the windscreen of a moving car, it’s kind of pretty and wonderful, in the distinctive way that rising hot air balloons always leave one astonished anew at all the improbabilities of flight.
There’s also a glorious book cover, languishing here in my phone:
Scrolling further back in my photo archive, I see some of the signage from a road trip, one of those signs you’re quite certain you’re not likely to see again. To wit,
And for that matter, the soda fountain from days of yore, with everyone’s favorite flavors: cream, berry, and claret.
Come to think of it, there’s still bits of British signage from a year ago on this phone. Like this ad for the British Museum at an underground station:
And another, above ground on a London street:
So I’ve left these places and more quietly, as the sign demands, but with camera firmly in hand.