Doors. Duh.
Animal stalls at the fairgrounds.
You get no clues for this one...
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Bike bunker barn 'bandoned
A bike that I dragged home from the river. The frame, fork and seat post are all I kept. Everything else was replaced with new parts or parts from other bikes. I gave it a crappy spray paint job and called it done.
Doors. Duh.
Animal stalls at the fairgrounds.
You get no clues for this one...
Doors. Duh.
Animal stalls at the fairgrounds.
You get no clues for this one...
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Well crap, on the way to bed. Way to much new good shit to look at here (this and the last two posts). Back tomorrow with more erudite repartee...sort of maybe.
Take your time, JJ. I'm off for two weeks :-)
Bike - that's a B (how come I never find jewels like that. I have a friend that frequents thrift shops. He is continually coming up with repairable electric guitars. I have NEVER run across even one electric guitar in a thrift shop...nor a bike in a lake. WTF?)
Bunker - another B, as in bomb, or blown up. But, brick is beautiful, as well.
Barn - a B for sure. Pero, que es el barno?
'bandoned - a lower case b, but a b, nevertheless. Possibly they were 'bandoned by a bomb...on the bay...by the beach...next to a bicycle. And...they are "b"lack!
Two feet further out and I would have needed to chop ice to get the bike out.
Bunker is the best "B" I could come up with, although it's merely an entrance to a room full of machinery.
Our Memorial Centre has an area for animal judging during the fall fair. That's a really foreshortened shot of a bit of it :-)
Batgirl's black Bobo ballet shoes.
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