My continued car wash/rainy day studies, views through a wet windshield.
First the rotated version.
Looks like the beach instead of the Pittsburgh Greenway Parking Lot.
and the original – with a bit of a blur on the PA license plate so no one is identifled
At least I think it’s Ken. Without clothes. Not sure of the message or meaning.
I’ve see plenty of stuffed plush on garbage truck fronts, especially in New York City.
Maybe I should rethink this post and title it Wordless Wednesday.
I love how some bloggers are so consistent- Six Word Saturday, Silent Sunday, Wordless Wednesday, TBT and the dependable Weekly Photo Challenge on Friday and so on.
But sometimes when I’m stopped at a red light I see something I can photograph in a blink. No rhyme or reason. It is just there.
You can add the caption
You don’t usually see the back of these decorations but we were in the Antique Store parking lot on East Pike in Norwich as we made our way back to Pittsburgh.
Friday afternoon I drove a colleague to the Strip District to pick up her car. It was raining. She’d gotten new tires.
At the red light, down Herron Hill, I saw a Life Size Chipmunk making her way to the intersection to cross Liberty Avenue. (The same spot I saw the groundhog scurrying under the cars.)
Oh that’s right, it was Halloween.
Office Party? Chip or Dale? Alvin? A leftover from the Furries
Down by the Ohio River.
An eclectic gallery. The back of a big stop sign.
The Byzantine Church from McKees Rocks Bottoms, too, where the bells were ringing Sunday.
A stop at La Gourmandine Bakery on Butler Street for a brioche.
A little camper for a weekend getaway
Good thing they have an alarm system
Hey, the place has AC
Church Bells were ringing in the tower
A home filled with disappointment Sunday afternoon. I wonder if they have to water the shakers.
and a line out the front door, everyone getting their French baked goods on Butler Street in Lawrenceville
Stopped at the Car Wash on the way home
Centre Avenue on the way home from school. The lush green growth of summer.
I turned around after I’d passed it by,
pulled over to the curb, waited until the rush hour cars zipped past.
The reflection on the windshield was so bright, the atmosphere muggy, a bit of haze.
When Flat Ruthie was traveling courtesy of friend Shuey, she learned the origin of Kudzu and how it can grow a foot in a day.
The first photo with the red parking sign seems better but why I shot it so close to the edge of the frame is beyond me and I did it just the once.
Submarine sandwiches are called lots of things – depending on where you live.
A grinder, a hoagie, a sub, a hero, a blimpie- to name a few.
Last Sunday afternoon, I filled up the tank in Clintonville, Ohio before heading to Pittsburgh and saw this sign.
A new name or a typo? Well,no typewriter was involved but a misspelling? or intentional naming of a new type of sandwich.
Shot from inside the car through the windshield. With the iPhone.
My DIL said, why didn’t you go in and ask them. Never occurred to me.
Oh, I’ve seen car and I’ve seen train…….
Columbus, Ohio- Saturday afternoon. Shot from the second floor of the parking garage on our way to the car show.d
A sliver of a city scene. A bit of sunlight. Shapes and lines. A car driving down the middle of the road.
I went and looked at all my blog posts tagged transportation and I ‘ve shot a lot of cars, trains, buses, motorcycles, taxis and trucks.