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Walking with Orbison part four


I like like things together.

Alliteration gets me giddy.

Symmetry makes me smile.

And I think  know I’m obvious about it.

el lado coca cola de la vida

Coke is everywhere

This was taken in Nuevo Laredo while I was visiting my mother’s sister’s family. These things are an inch and a half tall.

You can look, but you can't touch

This is the second year I see these at Soriana. They’re four inches tall. I always touch them, I can’t handle the urge.

J.J.'s All Night Party Palace

Yea, I’m sure you’ve gathered this isn’t another walk with Orbison. But the photos I took while I was out with him today go well with these other one’s so here they are.

The Yellow Rose of Texas

I also like solid colors.

where do people buy cones?

I heard in the newsroom you can’t actually purchase these anywhere. I’ve owned a lot of cones.

we were so unprepared

Nugget

I don’t get people who don’t like the color green. It reminds me of life.

ORANGE.

I like to climb trees. Climbing things in general actually. Sometimes even elephants.

Texas Mountain Laurel

nopales

Cactus flores

My mother likes to eat these. She always points them out. I can’t help but notice them now, too.

Arriba!

Speedy?

Random taco truck I passed by. Sylvester and Tweety were on the other side. I want their tacos.

RED.

It’s weird how only some of the leaves get to turn red.

I miss my gazebo

the plaza

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So dapperly dressed

What a dashing young pooch

There are those times when nothing in the world is greater than spending the day with your dog.

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Walking with Orbison part three


finally

The leaves finally changed.

This was actually at the Arboretum in Houston but I felt like it set the mood of this walk with Orbison.

evidence of rain

It also finally rained.

It’s been raining all week. Orbison hates showers. He acts like I’m trying to stick him in a boiling cauldron and maneuvers himself so forcefully into the crevasse of the wall.

But he loves the rain. He runs and runs and runs.

ಠ_ಠ

I was really impressed with this trunk face. I don’t know how they managed to get it to look like it grew into the tree. The lights looked out of place. I imagined how annoying it would be to have lights wrapped around my face.

No bueno.

helicóptero

Orbi finds the coolest stuff.

I’ve seen this one around town several times. Turns out it belongs to the medical center. It’s pretty.

fly

This is my favorite picture from the walk. I saw all these birds perched on the branches by the boat. Orbison was off smelling things so he wasn’t scaring them. I knew I only had a matter of seconds to get the shot. I was also wearing boots so I had to tip-toe in boots. This is not an easy task. There are at least 3 boats in this neighborhood.

I love my walks with Orbison.

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Walking with Orbison part two


I reached the end of the street. It curved and I saw a lonely blue house on the tiny block that was made by the curve.

It was the only house on that block and there was a field surrounding it. I got to see how alone and out of place it looked when I saw it from the top of the six floor parking garage across it.

This is pretty accurate.Except the grass isn’t green out here.

There was rolled up carpet filling the small driveway. The front doors and windows looked secure and purposefully locked. But as you walked to the side it was like looking into an empty skull. Half the wall of the garage was missing. And the back door was leaning against the wall. Guess they found a new spot after all.

Humm?

I like doors.

There was actually a truck parked in front of this house. There was a really old boat in the driveway. I was amazed someone could actually live here. Maybe it’s Poison Ivy and the Gotham Girls. There are an impressive amount of cats in Victoria.

People can be really friendly. Right after I walked to the door of this house and took a picture, the next door neighbor came out to her car. I felt weird. She gave me a confirming look.

When I walked back around she was sitting with an older man who could have been Santa Claus’s cousin. He told me he thought Orbison was cute. Then he asked if he could have him.

No, thanks Mr. Claus!

The more I walked around that neighborhood the weirder it got.

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