...Wait Five Minutes, It'll Change.
Wow, what a day, weatherwise, eh? Five minutes of sunshine. Five minutes of heavy rain. Then a couple minutes of g-force winds, followed by light sprinkles mixed with bright sunshine, and then a minute or two more of torrential downpours. Rinse. Repeat.
Not complaining, really. Didn't get caught in the downpour, which is all I can ask. Keeps you on your toes, though, doesn't it?
It was kind of a weird day otherwise than weatherwise, too, of noticing random things. The new poop monument on the Pops foot bridge, first of all.
This office plant, which could simply no longer be ignored:
This crossing signal at Berkeley and Beacon:
Il cornuto!
Then there were like a hundred ducks all in a row making their way very quietly down the Charles, like they were hoping no one would notice:
This is just a small segment of the caravan that I could capture in my viewfinder.
End Times?
Or just Strange Days?
It's a sign! The newest threat to America. We are being invaded by a flotilla of Canada Geese! Damned foreigners, I knew it would come to this. They are sending signals to their collaborators through the street signs. I think it's in retaliation for Mr. Mayor's quashing of the lite brite attack.
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