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Just Some Stuff

I'm cleaning out my photo bin.  These are some things that I saved just because.  


Fascinating Victorian architecture.  I'm not sure where this is but my guess is England somewhere.  Look at the super cool greenhouses/sunrooms and the ornate stoneware.  Love to live there, but hate to maintain.



This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery.  The Kiss of Death (El Petó de la Mort in Catalan and El beso de la muerte in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on a man: is it fear, longing on his face or resignation?


Back when I was a tadpole my mother would take us boys to a place in Davenport called Little Bit o Heaven.  It was a garden with oriental statuary, flowers and odd sculptures.  It was fun, but like many things, it went out of fashion and is gone.  


Norah seeming to enjoy being caged like an animal.  Bishop seems confused.


Taken within the last 8 or 9 months. 


Taken 2 weeks ago.  The end of pay phones is upon us.  


Part of the directory at someone's work I know.


OKay, drop off Drew to get his car from being serviced and swing over and pick up my prescription.  20 minutes later I get my prescription.  The guy is on the phone and the lady driving is talking/yelling/pleading with the person inside.  Meanwhile there is a kid in a car seat in the back.


This is Charley.  I almost adopted Charley this past weekend from the pound.  Charley was a boy, however, and I only want a girl.  Sorry, Charley.


Never a fun time in the pouring rain of Tropical Storm Debby.  Drew with a hanger wire fishing around to get his car door open.  Happened twice this weekend.  It's a long story, but needless to say, Drew had a tough day.


Norah learned to suck from a straw this week.  She also learned that not all things you taste is going to agree with you.  Apparently carbonation is an acquired event.


Motorized contraption seen on the the streets of St. Pete.

St. Petersburg, home of world's worst drivers. 

And finally, my favorite picture Ever...


Where In the World Is Norah?

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