As such, I spent a good chunk of the day hoofing it through the town taking pictures of landmarks. As it turns out, Westfield is actually littered with traffic cones, so I thought I'd share some of my findings (humbly selected by applying Erik's own criteria [if you're actually diligent enough to follow the link, scroll down 7 pages to his "Exceptional" page]).
WARNING, some of the images you are about to see may be a bit disturbing; Westfield is not a friendly place for traffic cones. Though, in the midst of this forlorn - or at best eccentric - quasi-post-apocolyptic abandonment, there does seem to be some sort of hopeful, activist movement emerging in relation to these destitute and forgotten harbingers of the singularity.
|my personal favorite|
Happy Birthday Erik! Hope it was a great one!