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This is one of the culverts here at Shawshank.  The dark object in the center is a head, and that head belongs to a gator. 


Saw this in St. Pete.  Made me long for the World's Best pizza, Jerry's in Mt. Pleasant, Iowa.   


Saw these nests or cocoons or whatever they are recently.  What the Hell are they? 


Norah chillin'.


Saw this on NatGeo; picture of a tree in India which was in a flooded area and the spiders went to the highest structures.  Yep, that's all spider webs in those trees.  



Spotted this lady at the library.  You can't read, but that tattoo says "Sweet'.  The other leg has on it "Heart".  I can tell you she certainly wasn't from what I could see. 


An absolutely massive man also spotted at the library.  He's the one on the far right.


Gearing up for Bear's Sunday (Drew, Michael and Mackenzie).  Norah, also present, had on her Bear's cheerleader outfit.


Saw the spires on this church heading south on 4th Street.  It turned out to be a Ukrainian church, and I'm guessing Greek orthodox. 


Beautiful and unique.  


Spotted these people at the local Wal-Mart.   Yes:  they just got married and apparently needed to soak up Wally World before their honeymoon.  Yes:  they were kind enough to pose.  No: chance of long happy life together if going to Wal-Mart is your first decision as a couple.

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