Love these old signs. One of the few things I miss about Phoenix is the penetration of mid-century signs, especially in the Central Ave corridor and in Mesa.
One thing that is intriguing about this is its' endurance. It looks dated yet contemporary at the same time. What will the legacy of the 00's have on the American landscape?
I have a brutal schedule here in Atlanta. 8.30 start. Three interviews a day, ranging from 10a to 8p. Roughly an hour in between each one. My writing hand is so tired; I don't think I've written this much since my college finals.
It got me thinking about one of the things I cherish more than anything when I'm in-field. Silence. I've returned to the room and I want nothing but quiet. The only thing I hear is the occasional neighbor, the HVAC fan and some faint traffic noise. That's it. It's glorious. The last thing I want to do is have a conversation with someone – be that online or off.
In fact, when I'm not in NY, I realize how noisy the city can be. The ventilation fan for the ground floor restaurant turns on at 8am and goes off anywhere from 1 to 3 in the morning. I hear random phone conversations and laughter outside. My dog goes nuts when he hears anything out of the ordinary – growling and woofing a few times a day.
So while my schedule is rough, these hours of silence are heaven sent.
