A couple afternoons ago I walked two miles, from home down Conestoga Avenue to just past Sundance Drive and back.
At Sundance Drive there were two antique cars parked in front of a garage, an old Plymouth and another old car with a name I didn't recognize-- a Graham. The picture of the Plymouth strangely did not appear on the camera's memory disc so it is lost. But the other one is posted below. Perhaps the next time I walk that route I will snap another shot of the Plymouth.
A few days ago, on a whim, I took an experimental ride on JoAnn's bicycle and surprised myself that I managed as well as I did. It had been more than fifty years since I'd ridden one. With some serious practice, a whole new mode of transportation could be opening up for me.
Another day, while we were out for an evening walk along a desert path Mike noticed a cactus bedecked with flowers of a color he'd never seen on a cactus before. I took a picture of it but the web-colors do not accurately reproduce the richness of the strangely lavender-hued pinks. The flowers were quite beautiful.
A cynic is a man who,
when he smells flowers,
looks around for a coffin