There’s a great little coffee shop hidden away in downtown Boulder that more people should know about. It’s one of those places where they know your name and what you want to eat or drink after the first few times you stop in. After a while you might get a nickname or have a sandwich named after you. My kind of place. Regular customers know how to navigate there, but they were in need of a little more presence on the street so that passers-by might drop in and realize what they had been missing out on. Neighbor created a new logo a while back and we all stood on the curb and got a little teary eyed when the sign finally went up in the window. Sidney’s feels all grown up now–hopefully not ~too~ many people take notice.


Our good friend and former coffee shop co-employee recently struck out on his own and opened Ozo Coffee Co. We’ve talked for years about how when this finally happened (we always knew it would) that we wanted first dibs on helping out with the identity of the shop.

The Costa Rican heritage in the family of the owners, the custom blened house espresso (part Guatemalan) and the name Ozo led to a final logo reminiscent of a Maya glyph, and leaves the door open for further expounding on this theme on the interior.

The first pieces were in place on opening day–a freshly-skinned awning with a hand-painted version of the logo and an open channel neon sign. Ozo is also the only shop in town that can boast hand-printed punch cards, but we’re realizing quickly that our squeegee might not be able to keep up with their volume. Next up is a custom menu system. More photos: (more…)

Check out the illustration, posters and hand-lettering of Ray Fenwick. These party posters from Trinidad & Tobago are also worth a quick look.

There are parts of I-40 in New Mexico where you can drive parallel to the highway on historic Route 66. Kind of like a time machine to a road trip from 50 years ago. It doesn’t hurt that a lot of original signage is still right where it has always been, even if the business along the road died when the insterstate was built. I’m a sucker for old signs–it seems like everyone had metal and neon back in the day and now everyone is too cheap to pay for it. Here are a couple of pics from the part of Rout 66 that runs through Tucamcari. (more…)

I never thought I’d be this happy to be in Bush Land. But after spending NYE in a motel room, it was actually a welcome sight. The irony is that there are some ~real~ cowboys that live here, not the pretend kind you see on t.v. mending fences in Crawford.