One morning this week as I walked Miss HB for her daily constitution, I spied a sparrow. Paused on the sidewalk his/her beak was filled with dry grasses. The tiny thing flew low across the street to the sidewalk beyond and stopped again. I feared it would never make it to the height of a tree. And then a automated road analyzer van passed between us. AN AUTOMATED ROAD ANALYZER VEHICLE! Seriously? Rochester needs a special vehicle to determined which road needs to be re-surfaced?
From the sublime to the ridiculous.
Poetry, pictures and thoughts for starting over at 8.
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