In Neon, the dreams in the light of a promise that dies….

By Silver Blue

…A shimmering city, a glimmer of hope and a lie
In neon the name’s gone there’s no reason why anymore
Trust them and wind up alone behind a locked door
In neon, in neon…*

I love neon. The problem is, it’s a complete pain in the rump to photograph. Still, I’ve managed a few good shots here and there over the years. Here’s a few:

The Naro Expanded Cinema. Art House movies, and Rocky Horror, every other weekend.

Zero’s subs and grinders. I love the colour variation in the neon.

The Colley Cantina, local favourite watering hole.

In the day of  chain drug stores, it’s nice to see a small town pharmacy in business.

Don’t know about “An American Original”, but they’re showing off even more colour.

For a caffeine addict like myself, this is a beacon of hope in the darkness.

Another local watering hole. Used to be Elliott’s, then The Maxx.

Bella Pizzeria in Ghent. Best calzone I’ve ever sunk my teeth into. Garlic knots that are hot, fresh, and actually TASTE like garlic. I’m in heaven. Their sign makes me laugh though. Due to burned out neon, it no longer says Bella Pizzeria in Ghent. It says:

Be A Ghent. LOL.

Finally, moving from Norfolk to Gettysburg, PA, and the Majestic Theatre:

Even in the daytime, the marquee is a work of art, but turn the lights on and turn off the sun and the magic happens.

This is style and class that only those of yesteryear still maintain. Not that those in this day and time don’t attempt it:

But it’s just not the same. It really isn’t.

Silver Blue, tripping down memory lane with a neon light shining my way.

* “In Neon” by Elton John, lyrics by Taupin

Published by Silver Blue