Lis's Project 365

In spite of the signs that are so bright they could possibly do you actual physical harm, I don’t think the pigeons read them.

I guess he’s not keeping Passover. He’s also not as bold as his cousin I photographed a couple of years ago; I couldn’t get very close.

After years of renting a tent for the clambake, we finally broke down and bought one. We set up today just to make sure a) we had all the parts b) we could do it, and c) to learn how long it would take.  We learned a few tricks, and we think we’ll be good to go on party day.

This is the top of the ball popper. You haul on a rope, which lifts a bowling ball. When it drops, it causes a tennis ball to launch out of a tube and straight into the air, where it goes through several hoops before falling back down into a net, which funnels it back into the tube.

This is how my day started at 9:00, and this is what it looked like at 5:00. Thank god for the beautiful weather.

thanks, Doug. I love them.

for the rest of my life, if I come across these generic little squeeze bottles, they will make me think of Sense of Smell Day.

sometimes you see things that are probably supposed to be cute, but really they’re kind of creepy.

As these two are running down a dream, I hope they’re not running on empty, since pretty soon they’ll be running up that hill. I guess these two, and 26,000 more like them, were just born to run. 

Marathon Day is tomorrow, and apparently they start closing down the roads today. Made for a bit of an adventure running some errands today.