Pics from my iPhoto… odds and ends of things that crack me up, inspire me, embarrass me and make my heart swell.
In Portland, Oregon in the South Waterfront district - peppered with train/trolly tracks. I love this sign. Though I am puzzled that the bike has no front tire. Maybe the sign means, “Caution: Ride with all tires” or “Beware of floating tire thieves”.
Five Guys in Beaverton, Oregon. It’s not every day I get to sputter things like “Let’s do 5 guys for lunch”. Thank you to Jackie who suggested I try the hot dog there. WOW! I’ve found THE perfect hot dog. Mad love fest for the Five Guys hot dogs! And yes, I really did want to word that differently.
On I-5 near Eugene, Oregon. Oh Land of Lincoln… you are so funny. You really have to super-size this photo. The best part… the couple in the car looked like textbook Norman Rockwell midwestern grandparents. And also funny… this is a numbered plate. You mean there’s more like this? Watch out Missouri… I’d keep on eye on Illinois - they may have plans to copy (and slightly modify) your Show Me State nickname. EDITED IN: If you don’t have flickr or can’t read the plate… I’ve edited what it says on my photo’s caption here.
At my parents house in Walnut Creek. Yes, it’s a bull. Yes, it’s a chair. Yes, we are an odd family. After his recent trip to Australia to visit my oldest son and DIL - my youngest son brought me back a shopping bag from Oz. He said he knew I was going to go gaga over it - and that I would probably blog it. Yes - and yes. Mission complete.
Sunkist Zombie - circa late 60’s. I hated my freckles as a kid. HATED. THEM. Now I wish they’d show up more. I guess if we had that stuff in the sky (sunshine I think it’s commonly called)… my freckles might just pop out. Photo credit: George George of Berkeley, Calif. Oh yes, definitly circa 60’s.