In 1980 at a mostly unmemorable crossroads, nighttime was coming on, and I was looking for a motel. Some options popped up against the dark purple night sky, etched in neon, way beyond Bartlett’s Market, Midwest Furniture with its Carpets, and a Cafe. I might need a cafe sooner or later, but I didn’t need any carpets. I kept moving on down the highway, but not without a stop to photograph what shows up best against a darkening midwest sky: neon signs. ♣
I’m frequently shooting things from the past. You’ll find more in my Time Travels, HERE.