The Do Not Enter sign, top, is on Ewing Street. I have been walking past it for years, usually in the company of my dog. Recently, there has been a man nearby making mosaic sculptures at an outdoor table a few feet from here, including the one that sits brightly near the base of this road sign. He has installed several pieces in the yard of a corner house that is not in this picture.
About a year ago, I took the Stop sign photo, above, with my phone camera on lower Landa Street. I liked the semi-accidental collage of elements that included the sign, but I thought my picture needed a context more explicit than the picture itself could provide -- despite the fact that Stop signs are always fun to look at. So I kept the photo in the archive, and there it sat, saying "Stop" to no one.
So, the months passed, and as soon as my mystery sculptor finished this blue-themed mosaic and put it in place ... my stop sign had context.
Joking aside, Chicken Corner celebrates a certain aesthetic that is not uncommon in this neighborhood, one that values broken plates and street signs (authorized in their repurpose or not), working with available materials, reshaping.