Blow Fish
There is a McDonald’s near my mall, and in that McDonald’s is a quaint little fish tank. One of the more friendly residents of this tank is a little blow fish, who loved attention. Present were Ryan and Jeremy.
There is a McDonald’s near my mall, and in that McDonald’s is a quaint little fish tank. One of the more friendly residents of this tank is a little blow fish, who loved attention. Present were Ryan and Jeremy.
I absolutely love street musicians, and these guys were awesome. There was also a little soft-shoe action, provided by the sax player. The conversation at the end is a man asking me for money.
There is always something cool to see at Pike’s Market, but it might not always be something for sale. This guy, who had a nice array of wood and steel guitars, also had himself a well-tuned saw. He also turns out to be a patriot.
In the backyard at my uncle’s house, there used to be a majestic swimming pool. Now, many years after its construction, it has cracked beyond repair, and is currently playing home to a host of indigenous species of plants, birds, and even a few frogs. My dad is planning to finish cracking out the bottom of the pool, remove the electronic components, and let nature take it back.