Seen on the street

I have a pet peeve with floss sticks. 

  
I believe in flossing, but in the privacy of your own home, preferably in the bathroom with the door closed. Why do these turn up on the street in some of the most beautiful places in the world. The first time I saw one was on the street in the island country, Dominica. Now they follow me whereever I run. I see one almost daily. Yesterday at least I found a beautiful turkey feather too. 

  
I meant to post about all graffiti I saw in southern France. But I didn’t. Here’s what I saw in Albany, NY this weekend instead. 

   
I too believe you should quit what you don’t love.   

Here is an impressive building in Albany, part of SUNY. 

  
And some great sky at my office on Lake Champlain. 

   
 I found these right in my backyard. The best crop I have ever seen. I didn’t even have to venture into the brambles. The blackberries became a delicious pie and french toast topper. 

  
And I’m still happily weaving.