Street Signs

One of my unknown perils of being a new-ish father was the rapid accumulation of flab after the boucing bundle of joy enters this world. I suppose it’s the lack of sleep, added stress, and inability to function in the kitchen that leads to too much takeout. I had always heard of sympathy snacking and weight gain, wherein the dad takes liberties at the buffet station as his wife expands horizontally during pregnancy. Weirdly, I lost a bunch of weight while my wife was pregnant only to put it and 10 extra pounds back on. I’m only relating this story because getting my rear back into the gym and weightroom at lunchtime became a priority for the last three months and my mostly daily walkarounds suffered. Now that I’ve dropped 17 pounds and I’m right where I want to and should be on the scale and fitness level, I’ve been taking a day off from my five days a week in the gym schedule to get some street shooting in.

Apparently, it’s sign week in Philadelphia, as everything I shot focused on some sort of sign. From the interpretive …

To the blunt and looney …

Feels good to be back on the street a bit. Feels even better to not be lugging around a big ol’ gut.