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These are pictures sitting here that were difficult to catagorize, so here you go, a mish-mash of pics.

Strolling downtown I saw this old old sign plate on front of this building. it reads St. Charles Hotel. It is very weathered and even lost a letter. In doing a little research I found that it was built in 1920 and now is the home of "A Taste For Wine" a swanky place people go to for wine and dessert. I'm perfectly happy with a beer and a Klondike Bar.

Many of the buildings here are decorative with a Greek look or colorful Spanish tiling. Here are some architectural curves and swishes with life hanging in its cracks and ledges. Its funny what springs forth with a little dirt, a seed and an occasional watering.



Haven't a clue what this guy is but was fascinated by the long legs.


Breakfast at the St. Pete Diner and wondered if Belgian waffles would be extra.



From left to right: Logan, Alhanna and Michael all costumed for Halloween. I haven't the slightest idea what or who they are supposed to be but I'll bet they spooked up a lot of treats.



I don't take credit for this shot but I find it quite striking. These are two magpies over in England a guy named LeDuc took a few weeks ago. I very much like the composition and color. It is a sad picture, I think, that evokes a certain wistfulness of isolation and separation. The depth of the sky enhances our existential feelings. The vined pole evokes neglect. Or is it a celebration of togetherness through tough times? A joyous strengthening of resolve? I'm not sure. Doesn't that contradiction itself make this a sterling piece of art?



An old photo (c. 1910 from Shorpy) of a couple of bikers in long ago Florida getting a boost with sails. I'm going to try this on my bike. I'll let you know how it works out.



Hats off to Army football for going with this uniform within the past couple weeks. Doubt if its going to stick, but sure cool looking and a great way to honor their fellow soldiers fighting two wars.








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