we are inundated with ads everywhere: billboards ads litter the highways and byways, sports announcers,”… and now we are going into the home depot power play which can very much decide the outcome of this hockey game…” or “…lets take another look at that goal from the Microsoft Outlook 2017 goal camera…” ice rink backboards are littered with advertisements, baseball fencing and scoreboards yield every green inch to the ad campaign. soccer fields, rugby as well and lets not forget pop-up ads on that favorite website that cater to YOU, video ads that play on that same website, you know the one that keeps following you as you read on. there are ads plastered on the outside carriages of new age intercity mass transit not to mention what appears inside above commuters heads. race cars seemed to get lost behind the ad signs and that dashcam showing the fan what the driver is going through and there on the dash an ad.
however, there is one place that has yet to be conquered clouds, yes those masses of frozen moisture that add to sunsets or set are minds to wondering if indeed that cumulus cloud before the eyes looks like clark gable. if one could harness advertising on the bottom of frozen masterpieces of nature just think as you drive through barren eastern oregon and there on the horizon, before you, a massive cumulus-nimbus cloud dark and sinister looking stretching from the ground high into the stratosphere and there on the bottom in flashing colorful neon “Eat at Joes Diner 50 miles ahead.” you are frustrated in the stop and go traffic before you so, to take your mind into a more peaceful, relaxing realm, you look up to the heavens and watch clouds shift in their formation and there underneath one, “Get off the road and stretch your legs at the Embarkadero shopping mall.” the possibilities endless; maybe gigantic signage on mountain tops and let’s not leave out politicians they could proudly wear sponsor patches on their suits.