Lowrider

I've heard of a low rider car but never a low rider bike.

Rush Hour Buddies

I spent 10 minutes with a Staples truck in morning rush hour traffic . . . two days in a row, in the exact same spot, on the exact same freeway interchange.

sunset

I was fortunate enough to enjoy our lovely sunset this evening.

Cactus Flower

That's not going to last long, but so surprisingly lovely when a cactus flowers.

Bloom

Saw this bloom on this succulent in my yard and thought it was pretty.

Art That Fits

Driving home from an exhausting day of serious art making/teaching, this truck drives up along side me in bumper-to-bumper traffic. Art That Fits . . . what? I amused myself all the way home with the fill in the blank.

oil cloth

Found this tablecloth while cleaning the garage; perfect fit for my outdoor cafe table; great timing too!

My Classroom (Part 2)

weeds

Noticed the weeds were taller than me-time for some serious weeding...

Sasquatch Was Here

Sasquatch was here?

Greasers

Beauty School Drop Out- entry in costume contest for Grease at the Hollywood Bowl.

My Classroom

catch all

My bedroom has become a catch all and there is a growing mountain of stuff blocking my closet; how did a blender box end up here?

squirrel

This little rascal caused quite a stir with one of our dogs but he didn't get frazzled; held on to his treat and even posed proudly for the camera.

Old Linen/New Fashion

After taking the Fashion on the Fly class (using only tablecloths, old drapes, scissors and staplers to create fabulous new garments), I now look at my linen closet in a whole new way. Where's my stapler . . . ?

tour bus

Didn't know TMZ had their own tour bus.

summertime fun

A good and fun way to beat the heat.

street performer

I admire those who put their talent out there.

Cucumber Aliens

Yesterday we watched the movie "Signs."

Today I cut a cucumber from my garden and sliced up some cucumber aliens.

Wrinkled

"I can make a peach pit with my chin" - look - and I rub softly at the wrinkled knob. "And I can do THIS with my tongue." Reid imitates the clover leaf tongue trick and we gaze at our images in the big mirror across from the dining room table. "Listen" he yells, and we quiet down expectantly, young and old, my dad with his comb poised in mid stroke, Pam pulling her long hair into a loose pony tail, Heather with a spoon hanging, balanced, from the end of her perfect nose. "Listen and he opens his mouth wide and knocks a tune out by rapping his knuckles on the top of his head.  Laughter, squeals, oohs and ahhs.  "Look what I can do" we all seem to yell at once and we all in turn, or more often together and overlapping, show off our silly talents as our dad watches and our mother giggles and we believe the look in his eyes and the smile on her face. We believe them, that we are the most wonderful, the most talented. The next day I will show the group of people at school my wonderful new-found talents, and somehow they won't care; it won't be fun.  But even when I realize I'm not the most wonderful, I still know I am the most lucky.

(This was an 8 minute, Lynda Barryesque writing from the word prompt "wrinkled.")