I went to the crossroad
Fell down on my knees . . .
— Robert Johnson

I went to the crossroad too. I went to the crossroad three times and the first two times the batteries in my camera died. Devils are said to hang out at crossroads. Was a devil messing with my camera? More likely I just mixed up the charged and the uncharged batteries.

A roundabout is being installed at this particular crossroad. I went down there to bear witness. Approaching from the south on Barnes Road, the first thing I noticed was this sign. It being the weekend, there was no police officer ahead. The blinking lights were gone, but vehicles were proceeding through the intersection in an orderly fashion, as they’ve been doing for almost 10 years.

Spring green hasn’t got a foothold yet. What predominates at the crossroad is orange. Orange signs. Orange snow fencing. Orange-and-silver-striped barrels.

Land Bank sign à l’orange. The trees have been decked out in safety gear, in case they get whacked by a bulldozer.

Orange shows the way.

Bike signs with orange garnish. Note car waiting its turn on Barnes Road.

The little guy above got to take the weekend off. I didn’t see the bump either. The heavy machinery was up the road a bit. I passed it on my way toward Vineyard Haven.