Your daughter has a keen eye for an intriguing photo. All I saw of Columbus, Ohio was the bus depot in the early hours of the morning back in April 2008, changing buses from Buffalo to Toledo on my only trip to the US.
A bus depot can be interesting in the wee hours of the morning. Hope you will visit again. I’ll be sure to share your good words with Laura. Thanks Jim.
We were going from Niagara Falls to Bryan, Ohio. We started our American odyssey in NYC and finished in Chicago. 10 days to get a taste of your great nation.
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Aww thanks for your kinds words. Sounds like a wonderful trip. There is so much more to see, too. It’s BIG! Thanks for your blog visits and comments and likes.
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I know I’m repeating myself, Ruth, but that eye of yours is being passed along. It’s genetic. 🙂
good question – and a great image!
however when i look at the car behind the fence – is that mirror broken?
Why do we notice such things? ? 😉
Thanks Kris. When my daughter sent it I immediately knew it would be good to share. Happy New Year.
Yes that mirror looks like it’s hanging by a thread.
Wow – I’ve looked at it a few times. Sometimes I think its birds and sometimes leaves. Crazy
Leaves
…..leaves me wondering………… 🙂
Great eye puzzle!
So glad we became blogging buddies! Have a great New Year in 2016!
Ooh, this is a great one!
Your daughter has a keen eye for an intriguing photo. All I saw of Columbus, Ohio was the bus depot in the early hours of the morning back in April 2008, changing buses from Buffalo to Toledo on my only trip to the US.
A bus depot can be interesting in the wee hours of the morning. Hope you will visit again. I’ll be sure to share your good words with Laura. Thanks Jim.
We were going from Niagara Falls to Bryan, Ohio. We started our American odyssey in NYC and finished in Chicago. 10 days to get a taste of your great nation.
Aww thanks for your kinds words. Sounds like a wonderful trip. There is so much more to see, too. It’s BIG! Thanks for your blog visits and comments and likes.
I know I’m repeating myself, Ruth, but that eye of yours is being passed along. It’s genetic. 🙂