Came across an old sign a while back, that was curved right around a pole and rusted all to hell. Covered by a new sign, one that was flat and connected by a bolt at the top and bottom. Snapped some photos, but it was 11 in the morning, very sunny, and I was in a hurry. Passed it again the other night at 7, overcast, and I was in no hurry.
I admit to loving what entropy does to things. It often brings out some really appealing qualities that new perfection can’t begin to approach.
And the funny thing is that when I passed it the first time, I never thought to check the other side. Strangely, it’s not nearly as rusted.