It Bigfoot, I was helpless to resist.
Look what I bought with my Kentucky Derby winnings….
Category: irl
Westminster Mall, Part 2
There were a few people around here and there. All were doing what I was doing: wandering around filming the desolation.
There was one establishment open in the food court. Don’t ask me why.
Looks like a bunch of lost souls waiting for the end.
This was one of the only open businesses: a Japanese vending machine emporium. It was bright and loud and completely empty.
May begins at a dying mall…
This used to be THE place to go!
There was a movie theatre on the left, and a Round Table Pizza on the right (and a pet shop next door to that).
The sounds of the abandoned kiddie rides echoing in the emptiness was damn creepy.
Time marches on, and indoor malls have largely gone the way of the dodo.
Tracking the Damage…
The blood-letting, in particular, was brutal, what with those Puppy Needle Teeth of DEATH.
The fruit-picking squad!
We came, we saw, we picked that fruit!
We’re all Irish on St. Patrick’s Day…
I’m 1/4 Irish, and not just English pretending to be Irish because it’s cool.
She is a connoisseur…
…of sticks. Only the finest will do.
Farewell to the House of Teeth…
I’ve been getting my teeth attended to here in his extremely dated and weirdly isolated building since I’ve had teeth in my head. I guess I’m sufficiently old that it wasn’t dated when I started out. I guess that makes me old.
It screams mid-century, doesn’t it?
Farewell little dental office!
Wednesday morning Bible study buffet…
That’s a good Baptist breakfast!
Official portrait, February edition.
She’s so different than the little mite we brought home at the beginning of the month.