Weekly Photo Challenge–Monuments Waterfall Monument in front of the memorial symphony house.
The Threshold of Spring. Weekly Photo Challenge-Threshold
The Threshold to the Hummock, enter at your own risk. Weekly Photo Challenge-Threshold
Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings wrote The Yearling and other books at her home in an orange grove in Cross Creek, Florida. In her book and movie, Cross Creek, she talked about how quickly the undergrowth of the hummock could rise up and overtake the orange groves. This is the hummock behind her home now and it has overtaken the orange grove and reclaimed it. Her home is maintained by the state of Florida as a state park but the swamp hummock owns the grove. So much of the book is alive and well in the carefully maintained home and is a treat to visit. Just don’t step off the grounds into the hummock!
The University of Florida campus where perspective students cross the threshold to higher learning. They’ll be sitting in the shade at these tables under the live oak trees between classes.
It looks like there was quite a party on this street last night.
Elvis is on the roof watching the street life on Broadway Street, or Lower Broad as it’s known in Nashville. Is that really Elvis? He must be still alive. There he is on the roof.
Messages on the Bridge: The spring weather brought lots of people out on the street to walk over the pedestrian bridge this week end. Instead of enjoying the views though, these folks spent the time checking phone messages. Still checking messages outside on the bridge is better than staying in and checking messages. Street Life on the bridge was brisk this week end.
These guys had a beautiful day to play and gathered a sizable crowd for their street performance. The washboard was very interesting. I didn’t know you could find those things around anymore. It went nicely with the banjo.
This rolling bar has patrons pedaling around the streets of Nashville while drinking themselves into oblivion. I don’t think the guy on the back is pulling his weight in the first pic. The others don’t seem to notice. Maybe they’ve had too much already! I hope the bartender is keeping them on the road in a straight line! The second group doesn’t look so far gone yet.
This old building is crumbling and in disrepair but has so much more beauty and character than its sleek, glassy newer neighbor. The street life remaining for this beautiful building is probably very short. Someone will likely soon knock it down to put up another sleek, glassy characterless tower.