I am always happy to read the writing on the wall if Pies is the word. It reflected from a cafe's sunny window. This photo may make a good painting for my unofficial (when might it BE official?) 'series' of words or parts of words, painted big, spilling beyond the edges of the canvas.
It's not a word nor a sign, just a train chugging around the base of the mountain, viewed from Little Stony Point on the Hudson River.
Since when is 'truck' a registered trademark? This sign, overgrown with dying weeds, was outside a shuttered restaurant, so their claim on the word didn't last long. I'm taking it back.
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