Backdoor Friends

Apparently there’s no ironic double entendre intended in this lovely objet d’art.

The evolution of transit

I waited all day for the Rover to show up, but it never came.

Catch o’ the day

 

Arr… there be fair winds on the other side of these here chain links.

Variety of Cheese & Sausages

I’d also wager a variety of botulism and salmonella.

This store doesn’t seem to have an actual name. Unless it’s actually intended to be called Variety of Cheese & Sausages. Which has a kind of Snakes On A Plane elegance to it. I especially like the nicotine yellow cellophane in the window meant, supposedly, to protect the wares from UV. It creates somewhat the opposite impression, casting everything in a harsh sepia glow and creating the illusion the store is a portal into 1929. Someday I’m actually going to work up the nerve to enter the shop.

Last weekend, artist Tomas Jonsson used some of Variety of Cheese & Sausages wares in a performance titled Magpie staged across the street.