Signs of the Times—One

Woodbury, Connecticut

Northwestern Connecticut isn't like the wide open spaces of Montana, but compared to the population density of Manhattan, well, it's at least 75% toward the Montana side of the equation. So I've been out looking for pictures to document this unique time. It's easy to stay distant from other people or put on my homemade mask if walking down a sidewalk, and I don't have to touch anything except my car and my camera. "Signs" was one of the first tags I entered for this blog a decade and a half ago, and signs continue to fascinate me. It's not entirely clear who made and put up this one, but the corner is adjacent to an old big house that has been repurposed into several medical practices.

Torrington, Connecticut

Then there's this. I've been vegetarian for decades, but for even more decades I've been very careful with money, so I've never bought anything from a juice bar because of the prices, and more to the point, have never set foot in one. So I was surprised, even shocked, by this. I hadn't put two and two together. I just sort of vaguely assumed that a place like that must be a health conscious entity run by and catering to well-heeled customers. Or, it turns out, antivaxer idiots.

Some people—Just. Do. Not. Get. It.