I needn't have worried because this couple took their time getting the shot just right while Cheyenne and I stood cheerfully and watched. The light was failing already and as a result my picture, taken with an impatient animal tugging, came out fuzzy...
And once again we have the mystery of the abandoned footwear:
And in case you are lost you can rely on a signpost to get you where you need to go. What else do you need in the Southernmost City?
Turning off Whitehead we passed this wreck,
It is pretty amazing that in a town where dirt is anything but cheap that this sort of wasted space continues to be allowed to moulder away. Probably angry heirs or some such thing preventing development.
This place further up Catherine was finally open, even though there was a "closed" as well as open" sign outside. The Tomasitas were there and that is the first time i've been by and seen them out there actually selling fish. I was too shy to take their picture.
Which brought me to this phenomenon, quarters glued on the sidewalk. Perhaps the idea is to watch strangers bend down and try to enrich themselves twenty five cents at a time. Cheyenne and I didn't bite.
I am very fond of specialty license tags as they are much easier to read and memorize by members of the public when they call the police about, say a hit and run.
As for the palm stenciled on the trunk I'm not sure but reality is often rather better it seems to me:
Try painting an image of all that tropical lushness on the trunk of your car.
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