My Apple Pickin,' Bike-Path Walkin' Birthday Weekend

Think the birthday festivities ended with apple picking and pie (pie not pictured)? Wrong! We also went on a lovely stroll along one of my favorite strolling areas.

Before you call me a liar, here's the proof (I accept your apology in advance)...

My Apple Pickin' Birthday Weekend

 

Here are a few random photos from my Jake-less (but still lovely) apple picking birthday weekend. 

Enjoy.

(I did.)

A Lovely Coincidence

I have several of Dad's old art books - this being one of them. And like most of the books, I have no idea how I ended up with it. 

Oh, there are a few I kept because I liked the artist or the book held sentimental value - or more than likely, some amount of both. But I have far more than a few sentimental keepsakes.

This one doesn't ring a bell. I can safely say that however many years I've had it, I've never opened it - until today.

Turns out, there were several black and white, 8x10's of Dad inside. 

If it were a few days earlier, I would say this was somehow connected to Dad's birthday - his birthday being on October 2nd and all. 

And if it were a few days later, I would say it was somehow connected to my birthday. 

Or, more than likely, it was nothing more than one of those multitudes of meaningless coincidences that fill any arbitrary day.

But for now, I think I'll pretend it had something to do with my birthday.

Thanks Dad.

Today's Mystery Photo

 

I took this photo while waiting for Sam to get out of work the other day. Why? I have no idea. There doesn't seem to be anyone in it. 

Rather than let it go to waste, I decided to post this fascinating mystery here for your exclusive enjoyment.

Friday Evening

I spotted this stressed-out looking guy at the grocery store tonight. Near as I can figure, he found one heck of a bargain on corn-on-the-cob and was frantically dialing his cell phone, all the while clutching the mother-load.

I would have waited to see the outcome of this little drama but he noticed me watching him - and that made us both a little uncomfortable.

Damn it! Just get your ass down here... and bring the truck!

Spotted on Today's Walk

 The first sign of fall...

A Night at the Fair

The afternoon rain had passed so Helaina and I decided to return to the Fair. The fair (almost) always looks pretty at night - the bright, colorful lights, the hard-to-see trash on the midway (if you catch my drift). 

This year, it looked especially nice - the lights reflected on the still-wet pavement and the thinner crowds put off by the rain.

I took a bunch of photos, many of them repetitious. Here, (almost) without comment, are a few of them...

Those last two were of the lights reflected in a puddle.

And this one, blurry, of course, is of the line at the fried dough stand. Any time is a good time for fried dough.