In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Off-Season.”
From my family’s basement.
I unearthed some holiday items for the challenge. Shot with the iPhone.
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
Carson Street South Side Anything this wild in your neighborhood?
At Big Dog Coffee on Sarah Street, the South Side. Ready for the season.
When I saw these stockings hanging by the fireplace, I thought it was funny.
I posted a reflection of Big Dog Coffee last November, you may remember. A great place to meet for coffee.
Last day of pumpkin season. The Pig Race at Leed’s Farm Ostrander, Ohio. Each pig represented a college football team in the Big Ten. Well, there are now 12 teams in the Big Ten and already a Big Twelve – so 6 pigs..ran three at a time and then a final race between the two winners. The pigs were rewarded with a treat at the end of the race and didn’t seem to mind.
Driving from one school to the other in the middle of the day, stopped at the red light. You just never know what you will encounter. Near West Penn Hospital.
Mary and I ate dinner along the Mississipi River at the Boat House in Davenport. Char grilled catfish filets. Our hotel overlooks the river in Bettendorf. A huge riverboat transformed into a casino.We’re in Iowa to celebrate our first cousin’s daughter’s wedding tomorrow. Driving along River Road we saw this home decked out for Halloween. The photo doesn’t capture it sufficiently. I couldn’t have answered what the Quad Cities were before today.Moline IL East Moline IL Rock Island IL and Davenport IA
There is no explanation as to why I photograph these items. Last year it was the Inflatable Turkeys and then a new one today- Frankenstein. I hear they are expensive. I guess I just don’t understand how they have caught on. Surely the grandchildren would love a yard full of inflatables. They remind me of those plastic clown punching bags you’d bop in the nose and it would fall over and right itself, still smiling. They seem to be getting larger!