Signs communicate messages. Some are observed. Others are ignored. But we can't help but notice them. They come in all shapes, sizes, colors and materials. And they are usually strategically placed for maximum exposure. A sign may help direct us to a location. Or warn us of potential danger. Whether with words or images, signs are everywhere.
Monday, April 21, 2008
I'm not really a runner. I mean, if it's part of a game or sport or other activity, I'll run without thinking about it. But to run just for the sake of running - for exercise - is better left to those with a passion for it. Many years ago, I decided to start running. I got up early and wrote "First Day of Running" on my calendar. Out the door I ran. Up and down hills. Across many streets. In and around neighborhoods. A few miles later, as I arrived home after a grueling run, I ran straight for my calendar and wrote "Last Day of Running." And it was. But I do appreciate the effort runners put in to stay motivated and to keep-on-keeping-on. Whether you're young or old, if you run for work or sport or just for fun, here's a photographic tribute to you.
Posted by Grisanti at 8:10 PM
Monday, April 14, 2008
Access. That's what gates provide. Whether it's as an entrance or exit, a gate will allow you to pass through a barrier. There are simple picket fence or chain-link gates and elaborate custom designs that might intimidate potential intruders with an implied "keep out" message. It's usually easy enough to lift a latch or turn a knob on the gate for passage. But if the gate's locked, access is denied.
Posted by Grisanti at 2:46 PM
Monday, April 7, 2008
Stairways are designed and built to get you from point A to point B by going up or down a set of stairs. Wood, metal, concrete, marble, stone or other materials may be used to support your journey. It's not the fast and smooth transition of an elevator or escalator. There's a bit more of a workout involved. Some physical exertion. Maybe a little sweat. There's no piped-in music. More often, it's only the creaking of steps beneath your feet, the thumping of your heart and the sound of your own breath as you push or propel your way along to your destination.
Posted by Grisanti at 11:06 AM