IN THE COMMENTS: Bissage writes:
That is a beautifully composed photo. And with its colors and atmosphere it speaks to the remembrance of youth long past when . . .ricpic writes:
Woah!
Take a gander at the rack on that fire hydrant!
Nice!
(Now, what was I saying again?)
WOAH!
I was gonna write a poem all blowzy for beauty
When Bissage put out my pompous light.
Now I can't write a poem pretentious and snooty
'Cause Bissage called my bluff: that's not right!
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Wet leaves, hmm? Kind of mushy, I guess.
That is a beautifully composed photo. And with its colors and atmosphere it speaks to the remembrance of youth long past when . . .
Woah!
Take a gander at the rack on that fire hydrant!
Nice!
(Now, what was I saying again?)
(Now, what was I saying again?)
I'm not sure, Bissage, but I'm sure it was wonderful.
Bissage just comes here for the breasts!
Kinda reminds me of the scene from Halloween.
Bissage loves beauty.
Bissage loves breasts.
But in a pinch, of the two, Bissage loves breasts best.
Well, Jamie Lee Curtis certainly looks better than a stacked hydrant.
Well, Jamie Lee Curtis certainly looks better than a stacked hydrant.
Unless you're a dog.
On the other hand, I'm not wearing pants.
It is. So evocative of fall. Warm.
It also shows that those cheeseheads don't know what a rake is.
Woah!
Take a gander at the rack on that fire hydrant!
Keeping up in the Johnsons.
The snowflakes in my area tend to be smaller and white.
The road looks (as my father used to say), slicker than puppy poop.
"On the other hand, I'm not wearing pants."
Believe me, I saw men in shorts today... outside, in the snow.
As for rakes... note the pile of leave to the left of the voluptuous fire hydrant. There were lots of piles of leaves, but lots of unraked leaves because the sudden cold weather made many leaves drop today. Note all the leaves on the windshield of the car.
WOAH!
I was gonna write a poem all blowzy for beauty
When Bissage put out my pompous light.
Now I can't write a poem pretentious and snooty
'Cause Bissage called my bluff: that's not right!
Believe me, I saw men in shorts today... outside, in the snow.
Who said anything about wearing shorts?
Com'on ricpic, don't let that stop you.
Ode to a Hydrant.
Oh fire hydrant,
How fulsome thou are upon thy sturdy stem
Brightly crimson painted
with thine discharge outlets silver glisten'en.
How loudly doth thine bold protuberances announce
Thine readiness to serve
The leaf-strewn hood in firefight
And foil the arson's evil acts
Bang! Right there on the curb.
I used to think the "leaf peepers" were a bit over the top when growing up in Massachusetts. After 30 years of drabness in the fall here in Texas, the fall color up north is really striking. Great picture!
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