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Caped cute-saders?[/caption]
I just didn't have the time or the patience to curate the collection I ran across last night in a dumpster.
I was on my way to bed, but it's my habit -- a binner's habit -- to look for returnable containers, and other interesting discards, on my way anywhere.
So even though I'm not a dyed-in-the-wool dumpster diver I will browse.
I looked over the top of this one dumpster and into a solid layer of photo albums and holiday snaps and postcards. Right on the top of the pile were a bunch of what looked like dance school promotional photos.
The photo above was literally staring me in the face. Holy tap, jazz and interpretive crime-fighting Batman!
And if the photo above brings to mind an old 1960s TV series, so does the holiday snap below. Click the images to enlarge them.
[caption id="attachment_9165" align="alignnone" width="497"]
A horse is a horse unless that horse is a photograph.[/caption]
Caped cute-saders?[/caption]I just didn't have the time or the patience to curate the collection I ran across last night in a dumpster.
I was on my way to bed, but it's my habit -- a binner's habit -- to look for returnable containers, and other interesting discards, on my way anywhere.
So even though I'm not a dyed-in-the-wool dumpster diver I will browse.
I looked over the top of this one dumpster and into a solid layer of photo albums and holiday snaps and postcards. Right on the top of the pile were a bunch of what looked like dance school promotional photos.
The photo above was literally staring me in the face. Holy tap, jazz and interpretive crime-fighting Batman!
And if the photo above brings to mind an old 1960s TV series, so does the holiday snap below. Click the images to enlarge them.
[caption id="attachment_9165" align="alignnone" width="497"]
A horse is a horse unless that horse is a photograph.[/caption]
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