The post where pictures that didn’t make it here or elsewhere on the site in the past week finally make a quiet appearance. First a panorama. It was at this intersection that I stopped on my bike to stretch a little while waiting out the end of Party in the USA.* Click to embiggen.
The one over-achieving blade of grass in the backyard. Notice the little hairs.
Chevy on a trailer, moving down the interstate. Nice looking body, and the perfect paint job. I don’t know the model of trucks, but if this isn’t from the 1950s you are certainly supposed to assume so with this scheme. Back when Chevrolet was still private, and Ford was still working to rehabilitate their image. A half-century sure does change a lot, doesn’t it?
My grandmother’s new puppy. She sleeps awkwardly. But then most of us do.
She’s an attentive little thing.
We are a glittery state. This was one of those gas pump regulation stickers, of course. It has been pulled for another one which is about six months overdue.
Tennis shoes in the sunset. Is there anything more sad than that? Besides more beat up sneakers, I mean.
*I nod my head like “Yeah,” but I do not move my hips like “Yeah.”
