As promised: Cows on a hill. Photo taken while driving and getting angry at my camera because it kept shutting off right when I wanted to take a picture.
Spotted on the grounds of the theater:
Do you see the fawn? She stared at us for the longest time.
So sweet. I saw a fawn running around frantically on the golf course the other morning. By the time I got my camera she was gone. I assume she found her mama.
As a certified obsessive collector of McCoy Pottery, imagine my surprise when I found this box in the condo. A condo, by the way, that had no other boxes anywhere.
This is on top of the cupboards in the little laundry room. Pine Cone is a McCoy Pattern. Immediately, all sorts of thoughts went through my head. I wonder if the owners have any idea this is here? Maybe I can leave a note asking if they’re selling them. Or maybe they want to give the McCoy away? I wonder how many pieces there are?
Full of excitement, I dragged a chair in there and pulled it down. What was inside?
Cans of turpentine and paint thinner.
It seems to be an especially cruel taunt, doesn’t it?