blog that is not about my cat

A few weeks ago, I visited my local Albertson’s and decided to take pictures along the way. Here is a portrait of the stretch of EPA between my house and the Albertson’s.

First, I checked on some laundry and couldn’t help but take a photo of the wonderful rainbow of colors residing in some lucky individual’s wardrobe.



Then I passed my container garden only to be pleasantly surprised by the progress of my tomato plant.



Right outside my driveway was a heavenly beam of light shining upon my tax-payer forsaken street.



Next door, someone is having gate problems.



I guess you need a gate to prevent crime in EPA.



This mysterious “launderette” has never been open but always has cars in front. Hmmm….



Further down the street is a trailer residence. The American flag is omnipresent.



Notice the abrupt change in road quality. This is a nice, new apartment complex down the street past the trailer park (EPA is such a socio-economic tease sometimes!).



Much like Myra Gail Lewis, I always wanted a pink house.



Rarely does one get so close to a freeway sign.



At last!



It’s right across from the most prolific assortment of wigs I have ever seen outside of Hyde Park.



Notice the avant garde tiling pattern.



Delicious, colorful, genetically modified vegetables. Yum!



After all that shopping, I often need a burrito.