I love the signs you see while traveling, especially if they are old and/or handmade. This iconic cup of flaming-hot coffee, advertising a long-gone cafe somewhere along Route 101 in northern California was irresistible, reminding me of strange voodoo art or the picture on a tarot card. After getting out of the car and walking into the field to take the picture, I turned around and saw the sign's apparent guardian, positioned on a fence post and watching my every move: