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As subway systems go, the T isn’t bad. It’s pretty easy to navigate and it goes pretty much where you want to go. I like that the cars are the color of the lines that they are; in Washington  DC, that’s not the case, and it always kind of bugs me.

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.

When I die, if I get buried, I would like to think that people are enjoying the place where I am–walking their dogs, riding bikes, things like that.  I don’t want everyone to just stand around being miserable.

of course, this is a catholic cemetery, so I’d never wind up here anyway.

So a little warning for you…if you ever order dry ice, for god’s sake, DON’T DO ANYTHING TO IT!

I think every break room everywhere has a sign like this one, or something similar. And it’s probably just as ignored.

These little plaques are around the city. It kind of irks me that people need to be told not to dump crap into assorted drains at all, nevermind one that drains into the harbor. Where there are, in fact, fish. Just like on the plaque.

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.

A new week, a new theme. This is the week of “no.”
This first sign is at the exit (not the exit?) of the local Shaw’s. It took me a second to get what it was trying to say, but it amused me at any rate.

Replaced the camera today. Hoping this one is longer lived.