HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF

I was preparing pictures for my photograph album.

When something about this photo...

looked familiar.

This kid ran from the moment he got his feet under him.

(I didn't borrow this post idea from Linda Sue.  It was just odd timing.)

BABY BOOGIE

There are buckets and

 buckets of flowers at the Farmers Market.

 There are bushels and baskets of luscious fruits.

 And heavenly heaps of vegetables.

But when the man played his banjo and sang that old-time country music.

It was impossible

 not to boogie to the beat.

 You don’t stop dancing because you grow old.

 You grow old because you stop dancing.

John Travolta, eat your heart out.

STREETS

Seattle, Washington

Ollantaytambo, Peru

In front of my house