Awesome crusty neon sign we stumbled across recently in downtown Los Angeles. I have to go back and photograph it with my Canon. Love my iPhone, though, at times like this!
Tag: signs
Every hour should be Happy Hour…
Coolest Garage Sale sign ever…
Rocks Star!
QUIRKY. WACKY. ECCENTRIC. WEIRD. FUN! Stewart’s Rock Shop is quintessentially Route 66. Located at the busy and fun Exit 303 off I-40, it’s a fun stop. And beware, photographers: You’ll want to spend the day there!
DINOSAURS, MANNEQUINS, AND OSTRICHES…OH, MY!
AS ALWAYS…COLBY IS NOT IMPRESSED…
“Take Pictures!”…
…demanded the ultra-cool vintage billboard on Old Route 66 in Arizona.
“OK,” I replied.
Photo by Stephanie Roberts, http://ObsessiveHobbyist.com
Abandoned…
The road from Flagstaff to Winslow, Arizona is interesting, but depressing. So many of the Route 66 attractions are disintegrating into unsalvageable ruins. It all makes for great photos, but the reality is harsh. Twin Arrows, Two Guns, Meteor City…
TWO GUNS — At one time a campground and zoo where families made memories
TWIN ARROWS — This area is a dichotomy, as much of Route 66 is. The arrows have been repainted and maintained, but the buildings fall down around them. The whole area is surrounded by concrete K-rails at an exit ramp, and I might have been able to climb over them if it wasn’t pouring down rain when I got there. But somehow the rain seemed appropriate.
Day 3- Flagstaff to Winslow
Only 80 miles today. Gas was $3.39/gallon.
Flagstaff is cool!!! I expected to like the historic part, but I had no idea there’s a vibrant art scene in Flagstaff. It’s kind of the last place I thought I’d find street art, which I love, but there’s some cool stuff there if you wander the alleys (which I do) (sorry, Mom).
Lots of cool architecture and old signs…
Starting at the end…
I’m not big on symbolism, but it does seem appropriate to start this Route 66 pilgrimage at the End of the Trail (not just because I live at the End of the country, but…you know…because I’m starting over…end of one career/start of another…). Getting laid off has triggered this…I’m going to call it a mid-life adventure…for me. I’m fighting every instinct I have, which are telling me to stay home, don’t spend money and find a new job. I know it’s not the most responsible thing to do, but throwing the dog and my camera in the car and just taking off seems so…right. And unavoidable. We’ll see.
It’s also kind of poetic to begin this journey on Independence Day.
Stay tuned.
No Vacancy…
I’m getting ready to head out on a major Route 66 trip in a couple of weeks, from Santa Monica to Missouri (at least…maybe further). Have been going through all my California Route 66 pix. This is the old Henning Motel next to the Bagdad Cafe (the one from the movie) in Newberry Springs — the middle of the Mojave Desert. Long ago deserted.
Stop. Here…
Gettin’ ready for a road trip.
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