and these are definitely my last
word snaps on this topic. I’m going bat-brained scanning the surroundings for ziggies, although next week they’ll be jumping out and demanding attention all over the place. ‘Twas ever thus—
SO HERE WE HAVE
a semi-ziggy with nary a Photoshop in sight; a ‘straight as it came from the cow’ sort of thing—
—and all done with mirrors. Okay, with puddles but you get the picture. I got the shot and moved on, taking time to snap the large ‘Z’ of a petrol station but decided against using it—the Rotary Club sign was more relevant to the theme:
While The Spouse wondered if the local Free Masons (free from what? I never like to ask … is it true that they have to have a kipper in each sock before being allowed into their meetings?) had any hand in the decorative scrollwork along the upped edge of a rusty building—
—but to me these zigzags don’t look like set-squares or dividers although a case could be made for some of them resembling frilly pyramids (I think she’s been watching too much ‘National Treasure’ with ol’ Nic Cage).
I saw these ziggies as I was passing a Trash & Treasure shop. ‘Nuff said …
is neither trash nor treasure, but both. I caught it yesterday in Gore, taking the back stairs up to a cafe and couldn’t resist it—
—make of it what you will. No ziggies there, but who can resist a well intentioned double-entendre?