I'm currently working on an urban art framework for a watery part of Newcastle. It's had me thinking about signs and how we are moved around (or not) in the city. How we are told what we can and can't do and about how much we are told about a site's heritage, previous use or significance. About how much our planners, urban designers and architects are prepared to tell us what happened once upon a time in the olden days. This level of interpretation becomes invisible over time despite its attempts to create some kind of museum out of public space. And I often think what they don't tell us is much more interesting. So this train of thought took a jolly tangent this week when I got close up to this clever nod to the OH&S marker (the most overzealous signage of all). I'm so glad Novocastrian architects have a sense of humour.

Then this gem was brought to my attention courtesy another (anti)sign enthusiast. It's a map of a park placed within a park. Not that unusual, only you can actually see the whole park spread out in front of you. You can see the entry points and the various amenities just by looking fifty metres ahead. It is something both melancholic and maybe a little existential but mostly it is ludicrous.