Sometimes a bollard is just a bollard, as the no-nonsense models outside of this local home improvement store illustrate. Note the scrapes and injuries not from vehicles, but rather from the various kinds of carts used to move goods to and fro. There’s a respect afforded things that keep doing what they need to do despite suffering the inevitable dings and scratches of a busy life. These bollards can be proud of what they’ve done, and their scars are badges of honor.
In which we consider the bollard; often simple, sometimes artful, and occasionally astounding. [This is a parody site, filled with made-up things and untruths. Trust none of it, although I think most of the links to other sites are legitimate.]