Then there was a lady on the bridge headed to the porta-potty, staggering. She was in pain from a bad back that was exacerbated from sleeping on the bridge overnight with her husband, who came here to fish off the pier. I thought about a photo of her walking and then one of her in her top-of-the-line chair on the bridge.
I thought of grabbing a selfie when I finished setting my hair, with all the curlers still in, but nixed it. Of course, when the curlers come out, I will probably revisit this again.
I went out to take photos and did take a few of the bridge and the carnival from across the water, but the selected photo, below, was found as I sat on the front step, enjoying the last few moments of daylight.
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Abandoned Patriotism |
This evening, it was gently moving in a very slight breeze, but seemed so lost and forgotten there. That's it, Abandoned Patriotism.
I really like this photo, a lot.
Possession offloaded today: an old pair of ankle boots.
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