Tuesday, April 12, 2011

An omen?

Naaah. I don't believe in 'em.

PARENTHETICAL DON'T-STEP-UNDER-A-LADDER THOUGHT: Okay, so if someone handed me a nice seven-figure check -- one that could be, you know, cashed and all, I'd sure as heck say that was an omen telling me I would soon rush out and buy an Audi R8 Spyder, but that's not the same thing....

Anyway, when D. and I went out for a stroll in Sandy Bay last night, she spotted something long-time reader will know was a photographic favorite of mine. In fact, it was only quick work by maintenance crews in my area -- thus cutting off (so to speak) my supply of subjects -- that made me abandon what scholars and gallery-watchers will one day call my "Shoe Period."

Dry spell over!



Assuming they last for a while, or that whoever put them there discovers that a Famous Photographer is once again incorporating them into his work and decides to advance the cause of Fine Art and slings a few more pair around, I'll try to combine them with Local Color, as I did before.

Since that's not happening yet, I hereby add another -- shall we say -- an example of local quaintness....





No, I haven't been in that shop, nor is it likely I ever will be. Might stroll by and listen once in a while, though.

PARENTHETICAL PUBLIC-SERVICE-MESSAGE THOUGHT: I'm still working on the post related to Sunday's visit to my literary hero's home town. Be patient, please....

3 comments:

Ptolemy said...

I don't recognize the spot by the telephone poles, but there is frequently a pair near the trains...

Class factotum said...

There is a restaurant there that serves apple pie made with cheddar cheese in the crust. It is one of the best pies I have ever had.

John0 Juanderlust said...

I'd give a yodeling pickle wide berth.