The Future is Now. Apparently.

I came across this scene while walking around the local CVS parking lot with Charlie yesterday:

It seems that we have a parking lot philosopher in our midst.

Or a prognosticator, like the developer of this film from 1955:

Or maybe a music fan. There are a few songs by that title kicking around. Some worse than others. (I'll let you do the YouTubing to find out.)

But regardless of which category the painter falls into, I wonder about the choice of medium. Why a rusty iron pole? Why the CVS parking lot?

The more I walk around in this world, the more questions I have.