These beauties surrounded an outdoor eating area at a Thai restaurant in Tucson. Notice the zig-zag ridges on the leaves and the black plastic receptacles. True art!
flatbed city. . . the most dangerous town in the west.
When I’m jonesing for fake nature (and who isn’t), I head to my nearest pet store. . . I love lizard decor and Flintstone-style rocks.
Human grade food for pets. . . Finally!
Maybe I can be one of those photographers who take photos of old jazz clubs? I’ll dress like a hipster, smoke rolled-up cigarettes, and start calling people cat. My foot will be tapping. My fingers will be snapping. And my best photos will hang in the back of smokey, after-hours clubs where patrons will be too sauced to even notice. Not that I’ll care. I will be an artiste!
nothing says uptown New Orleans like a clawfoot tub planter with only two feet. . .