Flea market Sunday
I was on my way to breakfast when I passed this fountain at a local bank. The wind was blowing the foam around in circles on the south side of the building, and big chunks floated across the road.
Here's a lonely doll sitting in a stroller at the flea market. Perhaps she's waiting for Mom to strap in her twin.
This is one gaudy rooster, made even more so with high dynamic range. I think the owner asked $50 for this one.
Wanna be a luchador? Here's your boots! (For those of you who don't know what a luchador is, I feel for you!)
Now do you know what a luchador is? Pretty cool, eh. Now, try to imagine wearing one of these masks under a cycling helmet with a pro jersey and George Hincapie's old white sunglasses. You'd get lots of space on the road!