For one (glorious?) moment I thought it said “ANGEL Parking).
Even without the promise of a Manifestation this is a great catch. How the reflected power lines echo the parking arrows, how the upright lines of window and drainpipe balance one another, how the reflected house and tree give a sense of openness to balance the “blunt” feeling of the splendid brick wall. All so satisfying.
I see “Angel” every time I look at it. Including the first time. And I was so disappointed when I realized that’s not what it said. (The building is a church…)
Angel, Angel? Or? Who can park there? Another wonderful observation by you Carin! I love the soft focus house and tree in the reflection against the straight lines of the brick and window.
I took another shot, different ‘angll’ as it were, but it didn’t include the window. I agree, I like that contrast too, with the brick. Thanks, Allison!
This is my favourite of all your wordless posts to date. I love everything, especially that it’s on a church and including the angll you took it at. For some reason this makes me think St John’s, Newfoundland, where we once saw a sign that said “This parking lot is monitored by video surveillance from time to time.”
Your favourite? Well isn’t that something. I’m a sucker for a good sign, so I kind of love it myself. I may never spell the word any other way again. (Love the St. John’s one too. So honest, and probably no less effective than all-the-time surveillance.)
The comments remind me of whatever pope it was who said “Not Angles but angels” on seeing some beautiful Anglo-Saxon children for sale in a slave market. And I love all the lines and patterns in the photo.
For one (glorious?) moment I thought it said “ANGEL Parking).
Even without the promise of a Manifestation this is a great catch. How the reflected power lines echo the parking arrows, how the upright lines of window and drainpipe balance one another, how the reflected house and tree give a sense of openness to balance the “blunt” feeling of the splendid brick wall. All so satisfying.
I see “Angel” every time I look at it. Including the first time. And I was so disappointed when I realized that’s not what it said. (The building is a church…)
Angel, Angel? Or? Who can park there? Another wonderful observation by you Carin! I love the soft focus house and tree in the reflection against the straight lines of the brick and window.
I took another shot, different ‘angll’ as it were, but it didn’t include the window. I agree, I like that contrast too, with the brick. Thanks, Allison!
What a great chuckle, Carin. Wherever did you spot this sign? Somewhere in your travels I suppose, where this is the way to spell ‘angle’.
Yes, on our travels. We parked there. But not on an Angll I’m afraid.
This is my favourite of all your wordless posts to date. I love everything, especially that it’s on a church and including the angll you took it at. For some reason this makes me think St John’s, Newfoundland, where we once saw a sign that said “This parking lot is monitored by video surveillance from time to time.”
Your favourite? Well isn’t that something. I’m a sucker for a good sign, so I kind of love it myself. I may never spell the word any other way again. (Love the St. John’s one too. So honest, and probably no less effective than all-the-time surveillance.)
The comments remind me of whatever pope it was who said “Not Angles but angels” on seeing some beautiful Anglo-Saxon children for sale in a slave market. And I love all the lines and patterns in the photo.
You know the weirdest things. And I say that with admiration. Googling that pope!