While down in Tupelo Mississippi last year, I came across this angel outside the courthouse. She was placed there in the 1908 by the local Women’s Christian Temperance League in commemoration of Statewide Prohibition. At some point, her hand fell off. It’s interesting that I bet there are duplicates of her in many cemeteries.
I wonder what Elvis might have thought about seeing her when he was a kid.
I wonder which version you prefer, the black and white shot on film, the color shot with a digital camera or the black and white I did with a digital? Both digital images were done with my Fuji x100F.
When I go on road trips it seems like most of the country is being corporatized. It seems like whenever I get to a new town, there’s very little to distinguish it from the last town. Sprawl has taken over and it’s the same pattern over and over. Things are done to stay on brand, logos are the same at every outlet in the country, etc. There is no way to see the hand of a human that created something.
Hand done signs like these took time from someone’s day. They had to gather the materials and then concentrate long enough to do a good job and have something presentable in the end. Something to convey information to folks that need it. Sometimes despite the best laid plans, some folks make misnakes. It happens to the best of us. The last sign was in New Albany, Mississippi. An old bridge had been taken down and was being used to support a bandstand thing. The sign was left alone, and was apparently in place for many years that the bridge was part of a small overpass.