Matador

My Dear Watson

At last the sun came out on a weekend and I had some spare time to go shooting in the neighborhood. Here are three nearly monochromatic views of the grounds - literally - of the local elementary school where my wife Robin works. The playfield looks rather like a lunar landscape littered with mysterious hieroglyphics and artifacts.

Semi-festive hemi-bollards

The road to Espanol

The Western Hemisphere in danger of going down the drain

What would an alien Sherlock make of such a landscape?

Low-tech

A few snaps from my dogwalk this morning to the local elementary school where I illegally let the beast off to chase ChuckIt balls through the bleached grass. Experimenting with my crappy cellphone camera, in a lame homage to Lora. It's a brand new school but ironically this part of the playground looks like a dead zone.


Stump of Mystery




Bench henge. If in fact they're meant to be benches. Never seen anyone sitting on them.




An erratic? Garden design? State of the art eco-playground?




Sewer pipe. Now that's what I call top notch playground equipment. Hey, it was good enough for me when I was growing up.




Koan: Is it the collar which is missing, or the cat?