the drive along 19th

it's just a little under a mile along 19th ave nw between michael & christine's place and my place, but two things stood out in stunning clarity in the sharp-edged autumnal sun:

{one} the two little girls, fro-ing curls standing horizontal from their heads, looking up at the postman who was taking a few minutes from his route to talk to them. there was something really homey and quaint about it. wholesome. it almost felt like a 1940's time warp.

{two} the bag hanging from the street sign of 19th and 77th. did someone lose it? was the bungee it's depending from inside the bag? how long has it been there? it was so random and bizarre i sat at the intersection stunned for a few seconds before snapping a photo and driving onwards.




currently listening to: rio- hey marseilles & sealion - sage francis