Apart. Together.

Car, scooter, bicycle. The three of us waited at this light together. Politely oblivious as to each others' presence. The walk signal counts down 2 . . . 1 . . . Go! I am reminded of the used bike salesman who decorated his hand written business flyer with "4 wheels bad, 2 wheels good." Where would he put scooters on that scale?


These creatures are in porcelain dog heaven. Locked in the friendliest of canine postures of greeting. Sending a message of warmth and peace to the sidewalk going populace.


I wonder if these sticks will be used again after being carted away by the "Wood Only" dumpster collectors. I can think of a few hundred bonfire goers at Ocean Beach who would appreciate such a score.


I found this stick in the middle of the street. Pointing the way home.