Bushboy has popped up with a second Weekend Puzzler (here) asking us to supply the obscurest photo to match the title or lyrics of the song All The Tired Horses.
This car used to have a good deal of horsepower, but they got tired right out, fell into a deep sleep, and have yet to wake up again.
Also posted for Becky’s Squares: Move Forward, Reconstruct, Renew, and/or are Burgeoning (more responses here), because this car’s going to need a lot of renewing before moving forward again!
I think what these signs mean to say is ‘Park at your own risk!’
I see these sprinklers going on my way home from work, but only if it’s been a long day, as they’re on a timer. Usually I think, I must take a photos of those, but don’t because it’s late, I’m tired, and I just want to get home.
Last week, the same scenario arose and I was driving by, when I thought, ‘I’ll feel better taking the photos than I will rushing home.’ So I stopped, took photos, and did feel better. At least, until I drove past a police car and, looking in my rear view mirror, saw blue light flashing and heard the siren going. Luckily, he was after the car in front of me!
Yesterday, we removed the fuel hose storage tube off our old Peterbilt truck, to clean it. This is the view down it.
Posted for Bushboy’s Last on the Card. See more responses here.
I posted (here) about how one of the concrete barriers at Mahukona Beach Park ended up in the water after some high swells. I took this photo from the edge of the parking area. It got my usual editing, but no added effects. This is just how it looked.
I don’t know what kind of palm this is, so I don’t know if this is what the trunk is supposed to look like or if this is something growing on it. I’ve been digging around on the internet, but haven’t found the answer yet. Any ideas?
The idea of The Numbers Game is to enter a number into the search bar of your computer and then post a selection of the photos that turn up. This week’s number is 130. You can see more responses here.
I saw this sign at a local church school. I understand what they’re getting at, but I confess I found this a bit creepy. I mean, I can’t think of anyone I’ve ever wanted to send a Valentine’s card to that I’ve also wanted to use a nail gun on.
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