Exactly 24 hours and seven minutes after I took the previous photo in this series, and then came out after school let out to shoot the progress of the sign’s destruction, this is what greeted me.
An empty fence. No trace of the sign: no shreds of plastic board anywhere nearby, not even loose attachments left hanging on the fence. It was as if the sign NEVER EXISTED.
Happily, there is this second sign still around the corner, so our neighbourhood’s children won’t become road pizza thanks to heedless drivers:
“My Street is not a race track!”
Nonetheless, I’m not going to track this one. The experiment is concluded.
“Old Yeller?” I like drawing in the morning, and I like being spontaneous, but it has its disadvantages. Certain things make me go “darn!” but I wonder if anyone will notice them, or cares. Could be a dog with ears of different length. Or maybe he’s just a dog who looks like that, and it’s not a big thing. I’d have to check the pencil drawing in a mirror or something to avoid it happening again. Still, there’s a lot I like about this.
The sign I was keeping track of in yesterday’s post is still unmarked. Actually, not. There was a shoe print already on it when I took the picture. I’m looking for actual tagging or major vandalism, however.
Consider if you will, an experiment. The police put up this safety sign this afternoon on the schoolyard fence across the street from me. I want to see how long it takes before the pristine surface is defaced with graffiti of some kind, or torn down entirely. You can watch and keep track with me.
UPDATE: Next morning: nothing wrong with the sign yet. I’ve just figured out the slogan is a play on “la Petite vie,” kind of meaning “the simple life,” and also therefore “little lives,” plus the speed factor. Wouldn’t know how to translate it accurately as a slogan: probably just go for something else.
UPDATE 2: I made my translation of the title a little nicer. I can do that. It’s editable.
