I think it's just a little surprised it's empty, that's all.
1.04.2011
1.02.2011
12.22.2010
Hillcrest Bag
This one was watching the comings and goings over at Roland's house. Not sure who it belongs to, but it's cute, isn't it?
11.05.2010
11.01.2010
A Little Behind
No, that's not a reference to anyone's butt. I'm just behind in posting. So here's a slew of new faces for everyone's viewing pleasure!
Lenore did not avert her eyes even though this one is X rated, but still...nothing to do with butts.
From Lenore. Watermelon monster is not happy that summer is over.
From Laura -- don't tell BP, they've got enough to worry about...
Lynda still recycles despite this monster.
Saw this during a hike at Marengo Ridge. Sometimes you see a face, sometimes you don't. Depends on what you mix with the water coming out of this pump.
From Lynda? I think this is an opener thingee of some sort.
This is called "Not Diamonds" by Lenore.
Not tired. I see this genre of face now and again, but seldom do I have a camera. Don't shoot and drive, people. (And don't forget that comma, either!)
A backseat driver in Lenore's rental car.
Who sent me this? Anyone? Anyone? Was it you, Austin?
Another box talking back to Lenore.
I believe this is on (well, under, really) the bench that Lenore and I donated to Library Springs.
Lenore did not avert her eyes even though this one is X rated, but still...nothing to do with butts.
From Lenore. Watermelon monster is not happy that summer is over.
From Laura -- don't tell BP, they've got enough to worry about...
Lynda still recycles despite this monster.
Saw this during a hike at Marengo Ridge. Sometimes you see a face, sometimes you don't. Depends on what you mix with the water coming out of this pump.
From Lynda? I think this is an opener thingee of some sort.
This is called "Not Diamonds" by Lenore.
Not tired. I see this genre of face now and again, but seldom do I have a camera. Don't shoot and drive, people. (And don't forget that comma, either!)
A backseat driver in Lenore's rental car.
Who sent me this? Anyone? Anyone? Was it you, Austin?
Another box talking back to Lenore.
I believe this is on (well, under, really) the bench that Lenore and I donated to Library Springs.
9.22.2010
Dude...That's My Skull...I'm So Wasted!
On watermelon shots, no doubt. Lenore found this face lurking in her fruit bowl. And all the other ones on her recent travels. It's a wonder she's not paranoid about being watched.
A speaker that speaks volumes without uttering a sound.
Coffee cup lids often have hidden faces.
Clasps and brackets with personality.
This is what you call a watching tower...
Not Really A Face...
...but still cute. These are on my drive to work. I'm not sure what they're all about, but I like 'em. They're probably part of some secret cult conspiracy group. With stepladders.
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