Wouldn't it be wonderful if graffiti wrote itself? What would it say?
A nearby building sported the graffito: JIMMY IS GRASS. A sad testiment to the poor grammar of this new generation. The grass really needed to be qualified.
Some of the local-grown types are extremely interesting.
Sometimes trees are not very interesting.
This is about finding a magical tree.
Here, just for a break from all the waffle about trees, is a picture of a sword. My brother left this behind when he moved to Spain. I think he was hoping I'd sell it on eBay and send him half the money, but I never got round to it. All his CDs, and his books and sword collection, ended up being donated to various charity sales. I'm still vaguely paranoid that the police will call one day to say they found my prints on a murder weapon...
The President is currently in Hawaii, drinking mojitos and playing all the levels of Batman: Arkham Asylum on the XBox360.
The President is currently out of the office. Please leave a message in Braille.