N is for … N.
I’ve been collecting vintage sign salvaged Ns for some years. My husband is especially accomplished at finding and gifting really good ones.
Some I admire for their intricately weathered surfaces.
Some I love for their over-the-top appearance. This one is three feet tall, of heavy wood painted red, and oversees a stairwell.
Much of the typography is beautiful, like this well-balanced classic uppercase N, of green metal.
This is the newest one, a hollow aluminum lowercase n, about 12 tall by 3 inches deep, an early Christmas present (of course) from my delightful husband.
N is also for Napoleon, my stoic and dingy old man cat, who is growing very boney. It makes me so happy to see him comfortably napping in the early morning sun.
This was the remarkably pastel dawn over the ocean that morning. There’s the horizon obscured with a far-off fog wall, as often happens, but the colors — especially the lilac and rose — were extraordinary.