When I can’t think of what to post here there is always the peace tower, with its vast darkling plain. This was taken on March 26.
Then on a slow day, there are always those marketing geniuses down in the Glebe.
I know, it’s toes. But you know what it sounds like don’t you.
For more marketing brilliance, see also:
* Baby
* Look ma, no heads
I’d also like to show you these postcards from the edge that I saw on telephone poles in Chinatown last week.
Bye for now!
Signed,
Mr. P.Cob
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I showed these messages to my son and his theory was that they are used for encrypted communication between gang members. Then he said: Oh, but gangsters have cell phones…
Nice shot of the Parliament building but I can never figure why they call it the peace tower.
It looks complete to me.