Afraid to get wet. No such a good thing, for a boat.
The Big Dummy….
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.”
Down on King
Chicky Little
Follow the Brick Road.
The Parking Meter
Don’t Feed ‘Em…
Leaf me alone.
Chim, chim – in – nee….
As I work on this project, it becomes clearer to me the reason I started this. I needed to shoot more, yes, but I also needed to work on developing my personal style. I was told tonight that most great professional photogs work 10 years in the field before their true style emerges. (Oh. Good thing I started this endeavor at such a young age, I’ll tell you.) The other part, was they said to shoot my life. Shoot what I see, and do, and know.
One thing I see a lot of, every day, are these wonderful rooftops. For now, I see most of them from the street level. Maybe, I will be afforded some higher ground on occasion, to see them more closely, and from different angles.
Chimney on Church Street.









