Philosophy or profit?

I'd like to say this vendor at the state fair was making a philosophical statement about the inner lives of small children but I'm pretty sure they just wanted everyone to buy tickets. (I know this is a lower quality photo than I normally post, I stupidly left my camera at home and had to use my cellphone.)

Times are tough for dreamers

This is why I always carry my camera around with me - one day you might find some temporary graffiti and you better get a picture of it before it's washed away. Be sure to click on the image to see the full photo.



p.s. Anybody have that John Lennon song stuck in their head now?

Love Tree: Cave Aged Artisan Cheese

This booth at the farmer's market smells like a classic cheese shop in Paris - nothing you'd put in perfume but a great place to pick up something to go with grapes as an appetizer.

Posted Speed Limit is the Speed Limit!

Thank you, Johnson's Home Delivery, for driving this message all around town. I'm one of those people that follows the posted speed limits most of the time, and I know it makes the cars behind me impatient. But if we make five miles above the speed limit the normal speed limit - what's to say it shouldn't be 10 miles above? Or twenty? It can only lead to anarchy and chaos.

On a serious note, I live near a lot of streets that are small but connect two larger roads and some people treat them like near-highways. People live on these streets. If you're one of those people that speeds through a thirty-hour zone at forty-five, you might think about that for a second.

Statement? Observation? Order? Suggestion? Alternative?

This week it was hard to choose the best picture - the existential message written in chalk on the Loring Pasta Bar painted sign, the felted angel advertising aged cheese at the farmer's market, or the validation of my feelings about speed limits. . .but in the end I chose this one. Don't worry - I'll post the rest of them in good time.

Runs on Apples and Bananas

This is printed on the window of the Bicycle Chain, a bike repair place near my house.

If we're being completely honest, my bike also runs on brownies and cookies. . .

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