Consider this a warning: obey the signs. But over time, they became more than instruction, a focal point for the community, a place to scrawl a name or a joke, to turn caution into public art. The signs don't just weather with the seasons; they accumulate meaning. Faded paint, rust, sun bleached lettering, fresh graffiti, admired, documented, even defended. Then the cycle completes: declared unfit, pulled down, replaced, beginning again as the next blank slate. Shot across digital, black and white, colour, and slide film, this series moves with the seasons.