A Place In The World


Love, Love, Love…

The picture. Some of our neighbors hire professional gardeners to look after their yards. It’s about this time of year that people start clearing out undergrowth and dead bits from vegetable gardens and so on. We do this because we have two growing seasons. We plant in October for spring crops. We do that because of temperate winter climates. If winter turns cold it lasts for two days.

So.

The all seeing dog and I were out on a walk. I’ve never noticed the sign in the past. Apparently, the gardeners cut just enough brush to reveal it.

I thought, now that might make a picture especially in these days of hate and rage. We could use a little love just about now.

I didn’t do very much to it in post production. But, I did make it happy and glowing.

Stay safe. Stay mighty. Wear your mask. Enjoy every taco.

A long time gone. It must be at least four years since i saw a love sign. At one point they were all over the city, especially in Central City.

Nobody knew who was putting them up. Whoever was doing it either had mad climbing skills or a ladder. The signs were at least 10 feet above the ground, nailed to a power or telephone poles.

The city was going through a very violent period, sort of like we are going through right now.

The streets were getting out of control. Things came to a head when a little girl who was celebrating her third birthday was killed during a drive by shooting.

The NOPD started cracking down because they feared the revenge killings would really spiral out of control.

All of a sudden, LOVE signs started popping up everywhere. I’d like to say that they helped, but things started calming down.

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