More trouble with signs.
My solar probe reports in.
Spam: A Many Splendoured Thing.
Now if only customers would read the stuff we send them . . .
Dispatches from the frontlines of the squirrel skirmishes.
Standards just keep on going up.
[You’re] everything I never knew I always wanted. (from the movie “Fools Rush In”)
The neon lights of Surfside Beach.
An homage to the SkyWheel.