Pecos, TX

You can buy a melon, and then get the HELL out of here.

Tupelo, MS

“Arsh taters,” you can hear the accent. Irish, or white potatoes, as opposed to sweet potatoes, that’s old school. Pretty low effort, as produce signs tend to be, the shapes forlorn, but touching, especially with the tiny purple car on the window sill. (photo from D. Fortner)

San Francisco, California

Oh say, here’s another that references a landscape, and this also includes produce. I wonder if there’s something about produce that makes one want an expansive field of vision. (Fillmore Street)

Nashville, Tennessee

As mentioned before, that texture of brick and cinderblock does nothing for a painting, but is that the Nashville skyline with reflection in the Cumberland River?  Nice touch.  The ice machine should move around the corner.  I think I’ll add a category called “Landscape/Cityscape” in the hopes others arise.  (photo by J. Eichman)

Chino Valley, Arizona

One might make the claim that hand-painted food signs say something about the culture in which and for whom they exist. This sign doesn’t mean any harm. Nor does it want to spark any passions, cause a fuss, or risk being seen as interesting in any way. Cut-out shape signs are kind of like that.

Lake Lure, North Carolina

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I’ve been stalling on posting “cut-outs” because I find them lackluster and hard to get enthusiastic about them. But enough cut-out food signs have entered the archive that one feels obliged to give them due representation. Dull though they may be. They appear more in rural agricultural areas. At least that is the working theory; let’s see if it bears out. (photo by A. Sebrell)

Twin Rivers, North Carolina

Produce painted at farmer’s markets tend to be among the least adventuresome of food signs. Not surprising, perhaps; it is as if to say: you want a peach, I grow and sell peaches, what more information do you need.

Chicago, Illinois

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Ah, yes see, there’s another incomplete sign.  Why not paint the onions?  Or, did they decide they would be white anyway?  No matter.  Bob Ross-ian corner-brushing happening on those trees back there.

(Clark Street)


Hope, Arkansas

The shyest watermelon in Arkansas.  This and the Pittsfield cone warrant a “Somewhat Hidden” category.  We’ll see if others fall into that category.