Murals About Town

There are many murals about the town that I live nearby. This first one was taken at a Mexican restaurant. I really liked it- so I took a shot of it.

Many of the murals on these old buildings, in the downtown area, depict scenes which would certainly be familiar back in the late 1800's and early 1900's in the vicinity of this area.

This is an old river town. One of these buildings was actually an old horse stable back in the day when the streets were made of cobblestone.




A lot of these old brick buildings have had a lot of work done to them in years gone by in order to survive.

Friendship Flea Market (Part 3)

I have broken this series up into 3 parts in order for all of you to benefit from it's detailed awesomeness better. There are two posts about this event on my Psycho Carnival blog and the last post is on this blog. Click the link and it will take you back to the first part of the series that will better explain what this crazy flea market is all about.

I'm finally getting around to posting this last bit on the topic at hand. Sorry for being so late. I was busy enjoying the summer. I hope you weren't holding your collective breaths for this last installment. Better late than never, I suppose.

This group of photos is all about the Friendship Flea Market. A spectacle to behold! I went there clear back in July and it was hot and fun. We go here twice a year for our bi-annual dose of all that is good that humanity has to offer. Or something like that.

If you have any questions about what you see here, just ask. Some of the sights are kinda odd and I wouldn't blame you if you had some questions. :)

Here are but a few sights we saw...

The dog looks creepy. Remember Steven King's "Cujo?" That kind of creepy. Yeah. Of course, the Confederate flag rug/tapestry or whatever- that might be creepy to some, too. But, not so, in redneck country. :)

These dogs were cute, though.

There something wrong with this next picture. My guess would be the acupuncture guy at a redneck flea market. But what do I know?

These signs come in handy for whatever may cross your path or... hell... I forget what I was going to say.

They don't make them to last like this anymore. And this classic car has style. Something most cars are sorely missing today. I took a pic of this when we rode into town to eat before returning to the flea market again.

Here we have a hot blonde, a Sugar Glider and a big ol' guy named Steve.

And now, a little style... or something.

Danger! Danger! Danger!

This concludes the 3 part series, at long last. I've kept my promise and now I want your Hot Pockets, in return. That sounded odd. :) Take care, folks.

Not Much Left

Really. There isn't.