Faded Lion

Spotted this on the way to work. I wish I could see enough details to make out the original words/sign. It’s a bit like a puzzle, but in some ways… I’m content in never knowing the answer.

Spotted along 53rd. I like the backdrop of the arches. And how all that remains, all the eye focuses on is the mouth. And how you can almost hear the roar, even as the rest of the creature is fading away.

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On Disappearing
Remembering the Guitar Solos of Vito Bratta, from White Lion
A Man and His Tiger: Jackson Blue Line Stop, Chicago