Philly, home sweet Philly, is good for food and shopping. On my evening excursion to city of brotherly love, I found myself taking more pictures of the dingy yet endearing subway than the great landmarks such as LOVE park and buildings seen in National Treasure. I didn't notice that I was subconsciously shooting shots of the orange signs that directed us until I flipped through them later that night. Those orange rectangles with white letters hold so much character especially since it resides in a rusty metal underground jungle.
Then I got to thinking about the nature of subway stations. They aren't just checkpoints to get to a destination. They are homes for wandering pigeons, and the occasional homeless person. It is my connection from Temple Campus to center city. The orange signs embody my personal route to my city and without it, I would be hopelessly lost. So thank you, to the designers who chose the bright and almost obnoxious color so that it stands out to people with no sense of direction.
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