Friday (I took the day off) it was noisy, noisy, noisy on our street. The smell of asphalt lingered in the air and the beep*beep*beep of large equipment driving backwards drove my little dogs into a frenzy. Well, the little black dog anyway. She jumped the fence SEVERAL times that day to explore, just when dog-squishing opportunities were at their most opportune. I went to Home Depot yesterday and bought chicken wire. Chris, the friendly guy in Building, made dog-proofing my fence seem possible. Update to come. Another view here.
At the turn of last century, Anderson directed the railroad tracks “under” Main Street. Without the view of the tracks from above, travelers on Main Street would never know the existence of the viaduct beneath their feet. Interesting stuff — especially for the little ones.
Can you believe she’s in her mid-90’s? Miss Beryl and family were walking out of a local restaurant when all began oooing and ahhhing over the Thunderbird. Beryl pointed out the coordinating colors. (Even her shoes! 🙂 )
As an aside, looking over this photo makes me realize how far I have to go in framing well. *Yikes!* I wish I had thought to shoot from below. 20/20 and all that.
Notice how the O’s, and the O’s only, disappeared from this sign, found on Fant Street? No sticky residue left behind, that I can see. And notice the height of the sign? I’m 5’9″, and it is pretty tall for me. Somebody really wanted those O’s gone. Maybe the effort kept him or her out of trouble — for, oh, a bit.
Instantly fell in love with this old street sign and the wall behind it. ‘Nuff said.
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Even at my ripe age, I get excited to see a fire truck. I took it as a good sign that this one wasn’t in a hurry. Corner of Fant and Greenville Streets.
This is another shot from the TOP OF THE NEW DOWNTOWN PARKING GARAGE. (A glimpse past the viaduct. 🙂 ) Many nights lying in bed I hear train whistles. The sound is nostaglic, as it reminds me of staying over at my grandmother’s house and hearing trains passing in the night.
Have you visited the new downtown parking garage, on the corner of Murray and Whitner? It’s, well, just a garage — but the view from the top is worth a look. The above is a southward glimpse of Murray Avenue. Check it out.
I snapped the above photo on a walk a few days ago, just before dark — the posts extending from the telephone pole inviting me to climb. Most poles don’t have such posts — I wonder why this one is so blessed.
After looking three times at this skeleton and skin left on the side of the road, I had visions of elegant tea parties beside the plastic doggie pool, underneath this wide, green umbrella. 🙂 Needless to say, my walking friend said, “Don’t even bother.” She had witnessed no less than three people examining it earlier. Unfortunately it’s broken beyond reasonable repair. Oh, well. Maybe next time, if I’m fast enough. Good stuff disappears quickly in our neighborhood. 🙂