Truth in Advertising?

No photoshopping I promise. This is the real deal from Bonita Springs, Florida. ~ Rebecca

Master Bait & Tackle, "You can't beat our bait."

Coming Soon. Storefront signage. Fremont.

 

"It might hold, at any given time, a gallery exhibit, a rock band, a fragrance boutique, or a pop-up shop. Jessica Park, formerly of the locally based, globally competitive architecture firm Callison, conceived of a modern, urban space where anything goes—provided it fits her aesthetic of good, clean design. She then put her back into it, and transformed a little house in Fremont into a community-oriented workshop in March 2010. One of our favorite things about it? Good things are indeed coming soon … emphasis on “soon.” Park doesn’t plan to keep exhibits or pop-up shops or even those rock bands up for long. Quick-fire changes are sure to add to the power and mystique." Well Done. Rebecca.

Pound. Capital Hill.

What if they had just labeled it "lb"?--R

"Pound Pictures, a full service film and video production company owned and operated by award-winning Director/ Producer Laura Jean Cronin, develops and executes large and small-scale projects, from the writing stage through completion and specializes in narrative film, documentaries and experimental video exploring the complexities and diversity of the human experience. Sharlyn MacRae, a seasoned Stunt Performer and Stunt Coordinator, has recently joined the ranks of Pound Pictures opening up the possibilities of what we can do for you!"

Work from Home. Ravenna Neighborhood.

It's the little things that thrill me. I wonder what sort of poetry dishes Eleanor conjures-up in her kitchen. -R

Eating Poetry 

by Mark Strand 

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man.
I snarl at her and bark.
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

A boy's fort. Wedgwood, Seattle

...is his castle. Well Done. -R