These little boxes are so much part of the landscape, you hardly even notice them. In fact, if I were in the midst of an emergency, I don’t think it would cross my mind to look for one.
I also wonder when it was decided the red is the color of fire/medical emergencies, and blue is for police.
The theme of the week is “red.” I was thinking of “red white and blue” but decided that would be too much trouble, so I’ve just gone with red. My camera has a setting that claims to “make red subjects more vivid.” Not sure I can really tell the difference, but I do like this picture, regardless.
After taking this shot (and a few others like it), I became overwhelmed by the smell of fresh strawberries and had to buy them.
Once upon a time, you were actually allowed to throw trash in the trash bins on the commuter rail cars. But then 9/11 happened, or something close after, and the world panicked and they thought people would put bombs in the trash. So they sealed up the bins and now you can’t throw trash away on the train anymore, so people just leave crap on the seats, the tables, the racks or the floor.
everything about this man just says “no.” arms crossed, severe glare, gun, cute little state trooper hat. No, you may not come down here; no you may not park your car there; no, you may not pass go or collect $200.
So we’re hoping to have the carpet removed from the second floor sometime soon, including the stairs. Doug did a trial run on one step, removing the carpeting and then sanding and oiling the step. I think it will look nice once they’re all done.
In other news, I dropped and killed my camera yesterday, so this pic was taken on Doug’s old Nikon. Hoping to replace the camera at the local independent shop tomorrow.