Greyhound moved its station from near the railroad tracks (I guess because passenger trains don’t stop in Anderson) to a little service station off Hwy 178, only a few miles from Interstate 85, and in the other direction, less than a mile to Anderson’s shopping strip-mall heaven. Hwy 178 also happens to be on my route home from work. Nearly everyday I see folks lined up at the bus and I wonder where they are heading, who they are visiting. On my way to work this morning, I saw a little old lady in a Mennonite bonnet and long skirt sitting in one of the chairs lined up along the little store. I wanted to stop and ask her destination. I satisfied myself with this picture on the way back home.
The light on these green leaves caught my eye in the Home Depot parking lot. The overhanging branch is what we’ve always called Mimosa. Pretty Izzy at Naples Daily Photo did a much better capture of this tree — I’ve never seen one so large and lush. She also did a fun quiz about the name.
I saw this beauty at Pet Smart two Saturday ago and forgot to post him! …Errr, her? Didn’t get to speak with the owner, but they are such a cute pair. Waiting for obedience class to begin.
So hot! So dry. We’ve received scattered thunderstorms lately, but not nearly enough. Even the flowers on sale at Home Depot show the evidence.
I love the colors and detail of this fish sculpture by Steve Walter. (It’s located on Main Street, near the Sullivan King Mortuary.) I wonder what it depicts though. Something Native American? An old man is blowing a horn on the other side. More pictures here.
This is the view through the gate of the house pictured below. I had so much fun taking pictures from the sidewalk. More are here.
Early on a Saturday morning this summer, I noticed the light reflecting in the stained glass window panes of this beautiful home found on McDuffie. Though it’s almost obscured behind a large hedge and metal gate, the house’s exquisite detail still shines through. More pictures are here.
“I know you’ll probably do something interesting with that photo. But this is private property.”
“Oh, I’m not going to do anything. I’m just practicing.”
[Now, why couldn’t I have been honest about my blog? My only excuse is shyness — and my reluctance to act like I was doing anything “big.” Afterall, this blog IS practice.]
“Yea, hon. I’ve heard it all before.”
UGH — the bar owner / manager had me pegged from the moment he pulled open that mirrored door and asked me what I was doing.
“But why are you taking pictures of this sign?”
“Well…it says ‘no colors’ and I was wondering what that meant.”
At least that comment of mine was totally honest. The phrase definitely caught my attention. I assumed it meant red and blue — gang colors. The bar would be trying to avoid fights by banning the display of colors. Then I — ignorantly — assumed it was a black bar, as most bars in the area have a heavy orientation toward one ethnic group or another. The owner / manager quickly dispelled that thought. He volunteered, “We don’t allow n——.” The “No color’s” refers to biker colors, he explained. (I had had no idea bikers had colors. My ignorance again.) “All bars have that sign,” he said. He repeated his abhorrent proclamation of discrimination — and I stared at him in shock wondering why he was sharing that information. I certainly wasn’t planning to visit. Or tell him that he had spelled colors wrong on his sign. Or share that he had offended me to the bone.
I’m going to come up with a stock answer to describe why I take pictures. So when asked, I won’t catch myself making excuses. And when someone directs offensive language to me, I’m going to mimic an associate’s comment to me: “Wow, nice language.” I have to plan because I’m not good on the fly. Obviously.
Saturday I went to Pet Smart to get the girls a water dish. (The hot weather makes me worry they may run out of water before I get home from work. Especially as Lily likes to dump out her water and carry the dish around.) It was Pet Adoption Day! So many cute dogs and cats. Though I didn’t speak with the owners, it looked like these cute puppies were adopted and going to a good home. More pics here.
Hardee’s on Saturday is quite a (fattening) treat, that I must say I quite enjoy. While waiting in the long line of cars at the drive-thru, I snapped this picture of an attractive motorcycle and attractive man. Like most of the riders I see, he has shunned a helmet. The sight of those bare heads passing me at speeds of over 60 mph makes me wince on the inside. I shudder to think what would happen to their precious heads if they took only one skid across the unyeilding asphalt. But S.C. bows to the individual’s right to incur brain damage and refuses to pass a helmet law. Sigh.