Textured Tuesday: Smooth Jewel Tones

I was in the grocery this afternoon when a shelf full of 

clear jewel-toned vases caught my eye.

Yeah, I know, I'm a sucker for anything cheap 

and shiny, but they looked so pre-e-e-ty.

Politically Incorrect

Beware of sheep wearing hoods.

The sheep were shorn of their wool before being 

taken into the show ring and clothed in muslin outfits 

to keep them from becoming soiled. 

While no political intent was discerned, 

the outfits may be the latest fashion;

I've been to shows in the past where the sheep

were clad in brightly-colored Spandex that 

hugged their forms. Maybe they felt sheepish 

about the body-revealing outfits 

and demanded a change, but still sheepishly 

following the latest trend.

Sharing the building with the sheep were various 

breeds of goats. Almost as wary as their sheep cousins,

it was difficult to get one to be friendly - except for this guy,

who seemed perfectly willing to follow me home.

I liked his curious nature, wrinkled forehead,

and wiry coat.

Big Brown Eyes

The day I visited, the Belgian draft horses were just arriving 

for their segment of the Indiana State Fair.

There weren't as many as I was accustomed to

seeing and was disappointed to not see the great 

creatures pulling their wagons and carts, the fittings

of their harness jingling against the sound of

their massive hooves in the show ring's tanbark.

These Standardbreds had raced earlier in the day and 

were watching the activity outside their barn

as horse vans arrived to take them to their homes

or to another race track nearby.

September Theme: People Watching - Back Seat Driver!

As I understand it, we will end up as we began,

in prams and wagons.

Lego Display

I don't know when the Indiana State Fair opened a category 

for Lego projects, but they have. Meh.

I thought the back of this mountain village display

was more interesting than the little vignettes.

It could be worse. 

I suppose the man who built this could

be out drinking in titty bars, "tucking bucks"

in the dancers' g-strings, if they're wearing any.

Instead, he's spent his discretionary income on thousands 

and thousands of little blocks and tiny, segmented

plastic people. 

Meh.

"I Can Make It to the Fence in 2.8 Weeks ..."

I love these signs and especially want 

TURTLE XING.

The deer is perched at the wrong angle though,

making it look more like he's lying down on the road

after an unfortunate face-to-face with a vehicle.

Which brings to mind a question -

After a century or so of these encounters,

shouldn't the deer species have started to 

weed out the gene for running willy-nilly into 

the road in favor of the one 

that says "Stop ... and listen?"  

I'd also like to combine the wording

on the Doberman Pinscher sign

with the one for the turtle, to warn

evil-doers they have 2.8 weeks to leave

before she takes a chunk out of their toes. 

Daily Life

While walking home from the grocery, 

I saw this little boy riding his bike in the driveway 

as his dad washed and detailed one 

of his work vehicles.

The little guy told me his dad

was going to get him a dirt bike when

he got a bit bigger.

I like knowing that the local gendarmes
live in the neighborhood. Another man and his family 
live just around the corner, while another two
homes on the other side of the park
are homes to members of the Indianapolis 
Police Department. Not only does it
humanize the men, 
it adds a bit of reassurance
for the other residents.