Black and White Signs

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Hard not to take some signs literally –
clearly reflecting one’s current state

I prefer signs that lead me to mysterious
or more rewarding destinations –

“Signs, signs, everywhere a sign,” the song says,
hope you find your sign today….

(for Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: signs.)

6 thoughts on “Black and White Signs”

Cee Neuner says:

September 10, 2019 at 10:54 pm

Oh V.J. what marvelous signs you have found for this week. Thanks. 😀

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 11, 2019 at 11:04 am
  
  So fun!
  
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Olga says:

September 10, 2019 at 1:58 pm

Yes, some signs can be enticing and guide one to “more rewarding destinations.” Nicely said. I do like the ‘slow’ sign on the tree. May be taken as a reminder to slow down and enjoy nature. 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 10, 2019 at 4:04 pm
  
  Thanks Olga. The ‘slow’ sign was taken in Algonquin Park and I thought it was well placed.
  
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awisewomansjourney says:

September 10, 2019 at 12:15 pm

Very nice V.J.! 😀 ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  September 10, 2019 at 4:00 pm
  
  Thanks
  
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