corner view: seasonal

Seasonal cheer from my town:

Seasonal flora:

I don't think my poor, patient dog loves this season:

Seasonal lights:

From my house to yours, Merry Christmas! For more looks at "seasonal" around the world, check out Francesca's Fuoriborgo and follow the links in the comments section.

sending a letter to the Apostles

Have you ever wanted to send mail to one of the disciples? (Me, neither, but you never know when you might need their address.)  On a quiet Sunday morning, I found their mailboxes.

No, not this one:

Nor these:

These:

I bet the letters to John are really freaky.

Guess the song title

#1

#1: "Take Me to the River"

#2

#2: "Old Man River"

#3

#3 "Sunrise, Sunset"

#4

#4 "Moonshadow"

Missouri is a weird state

Shovels grow on trees:

Dogs run on rooftops:

And Santa rides on bulls:

Make-your-own signs

Here at the Lake of the Ozarks there's a long tradition of making your own signs and naming your own streets.

Probably, a very accurate name:

A veritable school of addresses:

The family name is Rudolph, but I still don't understand this street name (and why such an elaborate sign):

Worst name ever for a B&B:

Oh, duck!

Ah, nuts!

Guess who I saw in a Lawrence alley

There's no graffiti like Lawrence graffiti.  I don't think this is Jerry Lewis. Does anyone know who he is?

corner view: JOY

For me, JOY=Christmas, so an early Merry Christmas to everyone!

Fences that aren't making the grade

Let's face it. We're just not a fence kind of town.

Here a bungee cord is trying to hold things together.

Com'on, guys. You gotta at least try.

Full disclosure. This is part of my fence...classy.

perseverance

perseverance, even in the face of futility

fun

I don't know who lives here, but when I see a skateboard ramp ending in a pile of leaves, I can only assume that the kids in this family know how to create their own fun. No video games!

corner view: a different corner

Since I take most of my blog pictures while I'm out walking my dog, I thought I'd make my different corner a different point of view--my dog's.

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What are you? What secret powers do you have that you make my mom delay our WALKS? Can't you tell her that it is time for a WALK? (Did someone say WALK?)

What? Did someone say there was a car in the street? Even a cool, old car? What do I care when there is a SQUIRREL on the other side? Mom, why are you stopping? Don't you see the SQUIRREL???

SQUIRREL, SQUIRREL, SQUIRREL

Why are you barking? Did you see a SQUIRREL, too?

Here. I tried to take a picture of myself after a WALK.

So, in conclusion, WALK, SQUIRREL, SQUIRREL, SQUIRREL, WALK. Goodnight.

For more -- and different -- corner views, visit Francesca's site.

A Sunday Morning on Campus

Dog and I went on a long walk (aka, squirrel hunt) on campus today. Arriving at 7:30 on a Sunday morning, we saw two retired-professor-looking-types jogging and .... no one else. We did see a lot of Natty Lite cans, though. 

A bridge to worlds of insight.

The gateway to knowledge.

Students, wake up! Start studying! Write those papers! Do your homework!

Why the chicken did NOT cross the road

He couldn't read the directions.

When did we lose all of our common sense?