One never knows that these Young People are trying to say.  The color of green & gray is mold and grime.  Suds below.  Sounds kind of like the "I Ching".   The Emperor is wise.  Buy before you sell.  The Tall man hopes for a Small Kingdom.  Mold above, suds below.  Windex and Mr Clean win the hearts of widows.

We've seen it all before.

This one is kind of Christmassy.  Steam-shovels and Tin Horns announcing noon-time meals for Unionized Workers.   Pay the man at the door before you leave.  Your presence will be missed at the Communist Toy Factory.

 

Well, Sailor Boys and Donuts.  It's a quiet night at Tim Horton's.   None of us seem to go there any more.  The coffee has been usurped by Starbuck's.   Donuts equal sugar equals bad diabetic issues equals weight on the Socialist Healthcare System.  We'll go green on Mr Bob Admiral, sprouts 'n' Broccoli, please.

Another Rainy Day.

One thing I like about these large amazing letters.  They're very life-like.  They're creatures within themselves.

"Another Rainy Day" describes Life in Vancouver, somewhat.  Dreary.  Predictable.  Repetitious.

One seeks to escape.   By legal means of course.

Or re-invent their lives from the Inside-Out.   Fortunes made, money spent.  If I could only get seconds for all the hours spent.

 

 

this was one half of a whole car which I nabbed in North Van, one indistinct day in 2008.

 

other half below >>>

 

one of my faves.  it's the color.  what can I say?