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Picture Day

 


It’s raining. Summer is officially over. Back to work. Back to schoool.

Blah.

In the hopes that a smile might fortify you as you begin your week, I’ve got a few photographs up my sleeve that just may do the trick.

First up, a reminder of the occasional goodness of human nature. This one comes from New York.

Spotted on the 42nd Street-Bryant Park subway stairs today: a sleeping bat with a little sign:



This could be the beginning of a wonderful children’s book. Imagine “Make Way for Ducklings” but in New York. With bats.

These next photos aren’t local, either. But, at first glance, I thought they were. These are from Womens’ clothing maker ModCloth.



Some folks take this whole pumpkin spice season pretty seriously, I guess. 

I paused to look at these because they definitely gave me the “out around town in Columbia” vibe. These two, plus their dapper dachshunds, could easily be taking a walk around Lake Kittamaqundi or meandering along any of Columbia’s many pathways.

Hmm…I wonder how easy it would be to recreate this photo shoot right here in Columbia? (Actually, I’m surprised that CA hasn’t thought of this already.) How would you feel if you bumped into these folks? Amused? Startled? Would you wear a pumpkin head just for fun?

And do we think they are actually wearing pumpkin heads or is this photographic manipulation?

Ahem.

The last photos are local, or they were presented as such on NextDoor. From a road work site on Deep Earth:



Gosh, I wish I’d thought of that.

Seen any good photographs lately? (Extra points if they’re local.)

Have a great day, bring an umbrella, and don’t forget your lunch.

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