Is this a ruin?
I suppose it could be defined as such.
Look at what the sun, rain, snow, and wind has done to this sign over the years. How many years? Decades? I can't say… I don't know when it was installed in a parking lot in Amherst.
Whiling away some minutes before an appointment last month, I noticed this sign while stretching my legs on a perambulation of the parking lot. The post to which it was attached was well on its way to being swallowed up by the riotous growth of various entangling plants. I would not be surprised if -- without any gardeners cutting back the growth -- within a year or two the sign would be completely obscured.
The letters and border on the sign appeared to have once been a bright red. Now, they were faded to the delicate pink of certain old roses. Most of the actual paint had peeled away, leaving the voids where paint once had been to take up the warning task of the sign.
Absence becoming presence. -- PL
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