Walkabout

I had to get out of the house for a bit today, so I walked up to Downtown Silver Spring.

This is where "it" happened:
Where IT Happened [about halfway down the shaded side of the fence]

The rest of the photos from my walk are here: Walkabout.

Comments

  1. 262mom7:27 PM

    You are going to get that job.


    And then you are going to meet someone...


    And it will be good.


    And make good blog!


    hugs-

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  2. Anonymous7:44 PM

    is it martini time yet?

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  3. Clio Bluestocking7:54 PM

    I saw you on your walkabout, about a block from the library. It was sort of like seeing a celebrity. I honked and waved, but you were iPoding away.

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  4. Scott10:39 PM

    Loved the photos!

    For some reason I was thinking you lived in NC. I get confused easy.

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  5. tornwordo7:21 AM

    I don't know if I'll ever walk on the block where "it" happened to me. I probably should face it. hugs.

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  6. Kelly7:45 PM

    My first comment for you...it is just a picture, but it caught my breath. I am with tornwordo, I don't think it would be easy to visit this spot. You have a lot of strength! Hugs.

    Hugs to tornwardo, too.

    The rest of your walkabout looks lovely.

    Kelly

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  7. BOSSY9:00 AM

    Gee, it looks so happy in that photo.

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  8. dpaste12:13 PM

    It looks so innocuous. I pictured something much more urban.

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