Confession time.
I like things that are “old time-y.”
If it looks like something Roger Miller would have written a song about, I’m all over it.
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The Not Quite Red Bicycle
Sometimes, a picture of a bike is just a picture of a bike.
Spring
Winter once again has left us, just like your deadbeat Dad left you when he “went out for milk and a pack of smokes.”
Morning Beach
Just a picture of the beach. You can probably move along.