Category: sign

I’m gonna shoot ya


I live in a part of the Denmark where this is a common sight; a bullet riddled sign shot by who knows.

Jeg bor i del af Danmark hvor dette syn er ret almindeligt; et gennemskudt skilt. Hvem der har skudt vides ikke.


Gonna take a trip to Laredo

Gonna take a dip in the lake
Oh, I’m at a crossroads with myself
I don’t got no one else

Impossibilities at the door
I won’t be needing them anymore
Oh, is this the first time in your life
It is hard just to get by?



It’s a motherfucker
Being here without you
Thinking ’bout the good times
Thinking ’bout the bad
And i won’t ever be the same


Warped perspective on this one. A sign made out of LEGOs from a toy story . In danish “leget” means “have played”. Funny because that also seems to be the case for these once pearly white blocks; now all tattered and faded.

National register

National register
Yesterday I spotted this beautiful old National-register at a fair for handcrafts and old trades.
The name got me thinking about this old Tom Waits called Putnam County where he sings the line:
“And the old National register was singing to the tune of fifty-seven dollars and fifty-
seven cents”.
It’s been playing on repeat in my head since then.


I never understood the appeal slot machines have. They seem to be irresistible to some. Luckily I’m immune