Mission Theater, NW Portland.
I love juxtaposition, when words or objects or images collide like midwestern weather fronts, swirling into a storm, quieting the birds, shocking the earth with electricity. . . Yesterday, I ventured out with my Lomo, looking for little storms in my neighborhood, hoping a tornado would suck me up from the sidewalk, drop me some place new . . . That's when I walked past the Mission Theater.
I wonder if the employees got the joke even as they slid the plastic letters into place, if they decided to leave them there anyway. If "Holes" were adjusted to the far left margin, it wouldn't have the same effect - or if it were displayed on the top slot, or if there was one line of space between them. I can't believe no one saw this. On the other hand, no one could have planned it, either - to run these two features just for the sign.
Happy July 4th!
More pictures coming . . .