I’m somewhat obsessed with taking pictures of random stuff. Particularly markings, stickers, and signs. I might as well have my iPhone glued to my eye ball and wear a sign that says:
Caution: this person makes unexpected stops in front of obscure items.
From fire extinguisher housings to dog pooping areas to office lobbies, I enjoy seeing how designers mark things. Some are simple and elegant, others are clunky and awkward. But they all serve a purpose.
A new tidbit I picked up while here in Switzerland was the astonishing fact that the Swiss record everything on their maps. Every building has its own number, even down to a small car port. Maps are updated every two years just to show the specific placement of trees! It was something started by the military years ago so they could better develop strategies and execute maneuvers.
Excessive? Probably.
But it’s part of what makes them unique. (And explains why a Swiss watch truly does run so well). And as all cultures reflect elements of God’s character, makes me wonder how God has branded my life and kept track of me.
If you were to wear an insignia, what would it be, what would it designate about you, and what time period would it represent? ch:














For My Lurkers
My kids love a good story. They hunker down in our bed and get all sorts of excited.
They lurk in the covers.
And every day hundreds of you stop by this site and lurk. Waiting for a good story or an interesting takeaway.
You’ve made this a destination in your day. And I’m honored. I may not know you, or maybe we met once somewhere in the world, or maybe you’re from my home town. But no matter the case, I love that we get to do this each day together.
So for all those of you who read faithfully but never leave a comment, this post is just for you. My Lurkers. Thank you for reading. I may not know your names, but Google tells me when you’re here. ch: