I took the following pics, in order shown, as found,
on my poochie walk with Charlie, a few days ago in my neighborhood.
It wasn't until I looked at them in my iPhone did I detect a possible connection.
Is the universe or my subconscience telling me something? Or is a pickle just a pickle?
No jar, no glass... just flowers, cigarettes and a pretty pickle pattern.
These were found alone on the sidewalk, carefully placed there by somebody else.
My geeky little mind thinks of ancient Roman graffiti when I see this.
Wondering if this is an insult... or a compliment? HA!
So I leave it to you dear readers... What does it all mean??? ;)
Until next time... Miss Absinthe