At first I thought it said “Let’s bathe I can burn you.” I was trying to imagine that bath.

On Sparks Street the sun was getting low. They were racing out of the buildings into the cars.

This cyclist was relentless. There’s a $55 fine for riding on Sparks St.

Bikes on Sparks

Little dog in a bike seat. Probably works as well as a lock.

I like this picture. Something about the exaggerated perspective, the long shadows, and the strangely formal look of the people, each one moving separately. Like chess pieces. That man in the middle stood there for a long time as if he was at a stop sign only he could see. (He was trying to find something on his organizer.)

Long shadow (mine). And mystery shadow.

Doggie gargoyle on Sparks

Love at the war memorial

Crazy Elgin