Sharon's Souvenirs

Monday, September 26, 2016

Summer Potpourri

Lake Harriet, Minneapolis

Today, I'm sharing a visual summer potpourri of snapshots...

The Minnesota prairie

Westwood Hills Nature Center. Two big bucks!

Something old in Menomonie, WI

Hungry? I know a place...

Lake Pepin

Nelson, Wisconsin overlooking the great Mississippi.

Looking back, it's been a great summer outdoors!

Meanwhile, My dad....

I burned the wood, a prescription for healing, over at my other blog, The Chorus of the Crows

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Wanderful Wednesday

Budget Traveler's Sandbox

Wednesdays around the World!

Monday, September 19, 2016

This peaceful walk interrupted my on-going Panama posts. It weaved its way in. We always stop at this path south of Naples, Florida to bird watch. It's right before you turn off for Fackahatchee Swamp. And you'll see a lot more birds and serene Florida beauty. Especially if you are an early bird. Literally. And if the morning is misty, there's photo magic....

I just love these sparkling webs! Nature's diamonds fluttering against the patchwork swamp.

There's a platform for great viewing. And we're almost always by ourselves. A bonus.

Even the spiders weren't at home!

Did you know that reading can lengthen your life?

Literally. Over at the The Chorus of the Crows

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Wednesdays around the World!

Photo Friday

Travel Photo Thursday

Image-in-ing

Our World Tuesday

Monday, September 12, 2016

Casco Viejo Street Art

There was life on the streets of Panama City. And lots of wonderful, gritty art.

I actually know a guy who looks like this!

This mural was photographed beside an ongoing photo shoot. I think they were filming a commercial. We were trapped inside the action! A real life on the streets moment.

I wonder who sits in those lonely chairs? I love that long tail.

Great cone beautification!

Do you see the man on the lower right?

Dragon's fire! I loved this one.

Technically, this one was inside a restaurant. I loved it.

You can really feel the humanity of the people through their street art. Casco Viejo, the old town, was a crumbling wonderland. Half of it was joyously renewed. A painted and polished come back story. But I liked the unpolished side. The other half of Casco Viejo was still slowly dissolving into the past. It was a photographic playground.

I'd love to be wandering still...

Have you ever heard of human wrangling?