Good morning folks, a fine February morning. I’m a fan of February because of the many birthdays which fall in this illustrious month. Including mine which fell on the first, then it got up and moved on – Hahaha poor joke, hopefully you saw what I did there…
Anyway It’s mi Ma’s, mi brotha’s, it’s Bob Marley’s, it’s a pretty girl’s that I know, and some cousins, friends etc. A lot of birthdays indeed.
So I’m getting on with age and looking around this fare land, I’ve noticed some signs and structures which have been about since time forgot, but I recall. I recall these visuals from as far back as say 4 years, so say about an odd 20 years ago now.
Well I present to you, images of yesterday or yesteryear, signs, buildings and the like.
So I commenced snapping when I was driving through Britton’s Hill.
The thing is, this has been around as I said for time, as you can see with the foliage, ferns more specifically growing out of the building. This old budget supermarket will probably be torn down or rennovated without warning one day, so I made sure to finally get a few shots of it before unknown fate becomes it.
I see it all the time, there would be something that would make me think, “Ohh photo-op!!!” then only to realise I have no cam on me, man. So I’d say next time, next time and next time. One day then it’s gone like that, so it’s proper time to archive these muh-fkng relics.
Signs like the one above will one day probably be replaced by the modern pepsi logo and no one will remember how their old sign used to look. When I was young I always wanted to eat the colourful signs, I’d imagine they were lolipop’s.
My drive continued towards the coast, Bays
hore Baystreet more accurately.
The lighting did it for me in this one, this would be around the hour of about 10 o’clock or maybe 11. What also had me was the barbed wire which lines the walls of the geriatric’s home/hospital/hospice, coupled with the speed sign. An interesting composition they create.
Speaking of relics, here we got two phone booths. Sure you see them around here and a few of the islands surely but in the big cities, you see less and less of them. Obviously with the rise of those modern conveniences that are mobile telecomunications technology. Glad they still have them.
I actually don’t know the artist who does all of these murals I guess you’d call them, but there are nuff and been around all over for aaagggess. So much so I wonder if it’s one artist who does all or just a general style that’s been carried on. Such murals as the one on stall 12.
I’m a fan of this one. I can certainly remember many a day walking from one gym to the next for taekwondo training as a young lad on Saturday morning and passing this snackette all the time. The smell of old oil hasn’t changed a bit, can just imagine biting into a fishcake and oil oozing out everywhere and making life unpleasent. Not that I’ve eaten at ‘Supa Eats’ in all my time, but if you’re from around these parts and have been to a snackette, yuh know what to expect generally.
Nothing wholely original here, but you don’t see these in London city so they’re definitely something different to look at. The sky was seriously cool that day to be fair as well.
Nelson’s street. The butt of many jokes in this country. Lively in the day and livelier at night. I thought this picture (above) was ideal with this man sitting in the hot sun, with the 7Up sign above his head I was between imagining Super Mario receiving seven 1-ups and this man considering quenching his perishing thirst with a cold, sweet-drink.
Mr. H.G. why did you take a picture of a hydrant? Is what you lot might be wanting to ask.
Why? Well when I was a young lad watching trash on t.v. I’d always laugh at references with dogs taking leaks on them, somehow I thought it was the most hilarious thing ever, more surprising and shaming is it’s reference in “2 Stupid Dogs” so when I’d visit the U.S. I’d take photos of the bright red shiney ones almost religiously. Years later the amusement isn’t in the hydrant as it was in those days but amusement at the amusement of those days.
Strangely no, we haven’t just somehow jumped to Chernobyl, though the building may look like it’s been there.
Ye, so like photos of this monument haven’t been exhausted yet. If they weren’t they will be by the end of this post. It’s the Empire cinema/theatre, which I never had the opportunity to watch a show in, much less go inside and have a nose about. Derelict and full of refuse one can only imagine what the place might have been like when it was functioning.
Side door for the Empire..the quip in the caption is enough I reckon.
You see this here? Makes me want to drink rum and sorrel.
Old colonial shop front. They have character, if it weren’t for it being in town I’d live in it. I’m clearly a fan of watching mother nature reclaim it’s mantle.
That concludes the photo tour of town through my one tracked eyes on that day. A day to remember, a day to forget. It was a good day.
Listen to this tune and continue reading…
This one’s a fairly timeless classic from way back when. When these various sights looked probably about 16-18 years younger/non-existent/or barely born.
It’s a nostalgic tune from ’94 I think. I could check online to confirm my assumption but I cannae be bothered, if you like it do your own research.
This was about pictures, but thanks if you were bothered to read that lazy narrative. If you feel incomplete after reading, um… I wish it weren’t so.
Time to eat soon and then to drink till the cows come home, sun comes up and any other phrase that invariably means the same thing and ends with same desired effect.
G’night and good weekend!