One of the first things that appealed to me about letterpress printing was the way that the metal type looked as it lay in cases. In the larger sizes, the faces of the letterforms looked up and out of their well-ordered compartments with promises of infinite potential.
Although most of the printing that comes through the Nomadic Press these days is wrought from polymer plates which have been sired by computer driven graphic designers, I still love letters, be they here in the print shop or out in the world.
Wheather it is dilapidated signage hanging askew from rusted brackets, whispering ghost signage painted, decades ago, onto brick walls, or folk signage laying dirty and disgarded in the gutter. Letters that seem to have lost their specific purpose somewhere along the way hold a special place in my heart.
That said, these bins of lost and wayward letters caught my eye.
I came across these at an antique store the other day. Someone has taken the time to collect, and cut up license plates. Then they sorted them by letter.