This one… has no story. But the down spout reminded me of the same ones that were on our house where we grew up as kids. One Bruce Avenue in Dayton. It seems like our down spouts were always beat to hell. Probably seven kids had something to do with it.
Down spout on Cumberland
I don’t know what these are… really.
But there are five of them.
Together, by circumstance.
I am doing some different studies. My latest interest is to find “interest” in the place where horizontal meets vertical.
I will devote the next few days to this. Goofy, I know. (I just had a thought as I uploaded the image. If I can think of anything that happened while shooting one or another in particular, I will also yammer about it a bit…. )
For this first in the series, I was shooting, and a guys stopped on the street and said “Oh. Another use for duct tape, eh?” About the same time, a store owner came out and asked what I was photographing. Yar.
Pipe on Market Street
Afraid to get wet. No such a good thing, for a boat.
Tuggy, the Sissy Boat.
This mister, mister, sits on King Street, most of the day, every day.
I think if you gave this guy a penny for his thoughts, you’d get change.
You can tell by his dress, that he loves nature, in spite of what it did to him.
=======*Oh, don’t go. One more yuk.*=======
A ventriloquist comes onto the stage with his dummy and starts his act. One bit requires his dummy to tell Dumb-Blonde Jokes. After a few jokes, an angry blonde woman finally stands up and starts speaking her mind.
“I have had it with the stereotyping of all blondes being stupid!” the woman yells, and she continues ranting on about this.
Finally, the ventriloquist says, “Sorry ma’am …”
The woman cuts him off by saying, “You stay out of this. I’m talkin’ to the dummy.”
Always the last to laugh.
...and we're walking.
Not really.
Not yellow.
Hello.
Up.
Riddle: Why was the parking meter so mad at the lamp post?
You looking at me?
Feed the Fish.