That’s my bike locked to the lamp post. It has cheerful yellow handle bars. I don’t know why that man was wearing knee pads.

I was tempted by this big bag of clothes, but they didn’t have any for shy men.

As my laundry was laundering I wandered down to Dundonald Park and stuck my camera inside some tulips. I’ve been doing that all week, trying to get a good closeup of all that stuff that tulips have inside of them. Here’s my best shot at it for today.

Someone really wanted to get high at 4:20. Most likely they came to the right place.

This man and his little daughter were down in the park. I don’t think he’s enjoying his visit. He looks like his heart might be too broken to enjoy anything right now.

I don’t know him though, so I could be wrong. I hope I am.

Then I went home. I’ll probably go and see what’s going on at Chinatown Remixed. Bye for now!

Most everything down at the Tang Coin Laundry is old and shoddy.

Not this baby picture. It might be old, but I like it.

Here’s a plug that has been painted about 80 times.

Some switches. Ditto.

Suggestion box and snack machine.

Look! A suggestion. Here’s what it says:

Yes they would!

Dryer door.

Self-portraits taken in mirrors at deserted laundromats are a lot like mug shots. I’ll probably start using this one on facebook.

Here’s the sign that shows you what kind of money you can put in the change machine.

Beaver on top of the gum machine.

Washer door handle.

Pop machine. ‘Dixie-Narco’???

How depressing! Why am I posting this stuff?

Here’s the back of the baby picture. Not so old after all. That baby’s mom should go back to the laundry and get the picture.

Au revoir, Tang Coin Laundry!