Road cones, pylons, traffic cones, witches hats…whatever you call them, they fascinate me. From back in my university days when I aspired to have one of my very own (mission accomplished on a late night raid of a nearby roadworks site) to my present life here in Japan, where road cones are plentiful and varied.
I mean what’s not to love about road cones, apart from their obvious purpose for existing? They’re stackable, aesthetically pleasing (no, just me?), fun to have around and as the crew from Toy Story 2 proved…everyone respects them and their authority.
Japan has fueled this fetish (let’s just call a cone a cone) and Instagram (that’s a whole other problem) has enabled me further with the forum to express the appreciation I have for these inanimate objects. They may just be hollow pieces of plastic lifelessness to you, but to me, they have character…
There was conecrete evidence of his break and enter attempt
‘He’s been doing lines again’
The tip off lead to his incarceration.
Why did the cone cross the road? To make a conection.
Living on the edge
Red carpet treatment
The Cone Ranger
Walk the line
Houdini and friend
Pole dancing conevention
Leave her bee.
One for cone and cone for all.
‘I’ve fallen for you’
You coneplete me…