Here’s another find from the English countryside. It may be genuine — pulled from some school or misguided high street shop manager — but I really hope it’s an artist created bit of cheeky humor. It’s such a nice dry summary celebrating the small and pointless in the face of the large and important. I love it.

Cotswalds, England

A tale in three acts

Act One

Act Two

Act Three

A series of stickers from a hike I took over the holidays — all posted on the back of trail signs presented in the order I found them. I do love when multiple people all comment on each other’s graffiti. Always have. There’s a subtext beyond any media, outside of any other conversations. The street speaks for itself. It speaks without expectation. Often times, they speak without ever seeing the response or the reaction. Often times, they do not realize they are on the same side, speaking the same language, expressing the same fears. Three different signs, three different stickers, from two different people.

Westchester, New York.