It is FINALLY warming up. I find myself ambling a bit more, taking my time as I walk from place to place in Polish Hill, Bloomfield, Larryville and Friendship.
I happened to have my camera with me on my travels when I spotted this –
I have no idea what the intention is here. Lots of folks have sort of narrative elements to their gardens and yards. But this is such a random collection of oddities. From the trophy on the windowsill to the plastic Indian at the foot of the steps, I get this impression of a very strange mind indeed.
It made for a great diversion, though.
Check out the red paint on the window of the door…
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