There are times when the passing scene is playful and language delightful: the two C's in Corn on the Cob, "Friendly John," "Bob's Barricades"--I didn't get a shot of those. Tell me what surprised and delighted you today.
Lawn jockey holding a lamp, cinder blocks, white impatiens, white curlicues: we humans are able and determined to create arrangements.
Seven small, post-like plaster lions stationed on this fence, two more life-size lions near the door.
South Point Park is sculpted, the carved/molded hill a backdrop for shadows in the late afternoon.
The lighthouse-lifeguard station appears through the planted 'wild' area.
Figures on the slant. I didn't tilt my camera. People gather here at sunset.
These three on the hill did not look up at the towering condo.
The Habana is miles from Cuba. Workers have filled the cracks in the facade so the crazed surface appears startling white. (Mostly I've seen crazed surfaces on glazed plates, miniature lines compared to these.) I hope they keep those bold colors. Buildings shift and settle on land that was once a mangrove swamp.
