Angling the awnings for the road

I was back out working on the awnings last evening, spraying and lettering as the light started to go. The sky did that thing it does out here — the sun dropped behind the mountain and a moon came up right beside it, and for a few minutes everything was pink and gold and quiet.

I stopped to watch it. You can spend a whole evening out in the field with the awnings and the sunset and the moon over the mountain and forget there's a job still to finish.

Then it hit me, standing back to look at the whole row: from the road you can't read them at all. The lettering reads straight on, but drivers are coming past at an angle. So the awnings have to sit at an angle too — turned just enough toward the road so the letters face the oncoming cars. A small thing, but it's the difference between the farm announcing itself and the farm hiding in plain sight.

I'll re-set them on the angle next time out. For now the sunset was enough.