There was a car show, and a spaghetti dinner, and a chicken dinner, but if you’re looking for color, look for the rides and the games.
These feet are anticipating a wild ride.
Don’t trust the barker.
What you see is not what you get.
Who wouldn’t want a squid on their head?
Birds with guns.
Feet in the alley
Folks in the alley
This is Leslyn. We came with Ron and Leslyn. You ever going some place fun, take Ron and Leslyn, they know how to hang.
We ran into Elaine, looking very formal.
We saw one angry band (perhaps because they were forced to wear women’s clothing),
and one happy band (who seemed to like wearing women’s clothing, maybe ‘cuz they’re women.).
There were signs
and cool sandals.
I found this little goldfinch dead in our alley, there to remind us how beautiful and fragile life is. I buried him with a geranium bloom.
Mark and I checked out a house the other day. This is one of the holes in the back deck.
These are the stairs in the house.
This is the best part, the mirrors above the water bed frame, and the pass through windows to the dining room and living room, I guess so folks can watch.
The bathroom upstairs has an open feel, on account of the lack of walls.
That open feeling carries down to the bathroom in the basement. I didn’t get a photo of the bathroom on the main floor that has a door wall in it.
Perhaps we should have been tipped off by the difficulty we had getting in the place. I think we’re not going to bid on this one.