A very rare sight these days.

The town newspaper.
Follow the tracks and you will find a Main Street. North or south, it doesn’t matter.
There was a time the railroad was the reason the town existed. Now most of the ones I know just hold up traffic as they pass through.
McCormick, South Carolina.
While I like my walks in Black & White, sometimes you just need some colors to catch the fun.
Like a guy waiting for the light to change.
Or a store front for sale.
A backup camera, walk around lens, shoot what you see.
Hendersonville, North Carolina.
My fascination with these ‘ghost signs’ started with an old Mail Pouch chewing tobacco sign painted on a barn. A perfect example of an old art form. Every time I drove to visit my parents I passed through Layton, New Jersey (water gap) and it was right there.
The sign was there so long years later they changed the name of the town, now Peters Valley, and it was still on the road.
Many ghost signs from the 1890s to 1960s are still visible, they were most commonly used in the decades before the Great Depression.
Ghost signs were originally painted with oil-based house paints. The painters of the signs were called “wall dogs”. Some signs remain because that old paint also had lead and it strongly adhered to the masonry surface.
These photographs were taken in and around Ashville, North Carolina. Philadelphia, PA , Detroit, MI, and Richmond, Virginia are places with known pockets of these signs.
I know this is probably sacrilegious to ‘bird watchers’ but I think of these birds as being in a species called nondescript. Recently I labeled one as Willet, another member of this same hybrid species of look a likes.
They’re still fun to watch and photograph being a wild critter. Just a bit bland at times. LOL