pedestria

The stroller is about three times the size of the little boy pushing it.  You get the feeling that he feels pretty badass about that.

This guy traveled back in time to tell me that if I don’t start updating again he’ll kill me.

Floating, central above it all and glowing with nuclear energy, a tiny white UFO obscures the top of Mother’s head.  None is the wiser.

Downtown, sunlit cart-pushing with the dog in tow and the cat in a cage.

Pacifier—security management device?  Ironic accessory?

Frog parking only.  All others will be toad.
No moo turns.
Hot railroad crossing buns.
NO PORKING

Crosswalkism.  The traverse.  Point A to point B.  Journey vs. destination.
It’s better to go together.

There once was a single-horse carriage
Whose passenger seat held but airage
The sign at the rear
Was for equine and steerer
Who’d just had a cross-species marriage

Outside the train station depot up in Vancouver, WA.  She’s got a ticket to ride, but she don’t care.

He’s off.  Wizards, you know.  In flannel, he’s off.  Seeing.  He’s doing some seeing, is what, and he’s off.
He’s off to see the wizard.