Itsy Bitsy Spider

From last summer.

Still More "Seen In A Seoul Alley"

Just one question... 

Is it to keep people out, or to keep something confined within?

Moon Longing

 

I Must Have Been Really Pissed off

to have done this to my hand.  Most likely I punched a wall in anger/frustration.

Luckily though, nothing seems to have been broken.  Supposedly it happened in 2022, but as is so often the case with these things, I have no memory at all of this injury or what led up to it.

Related post:  Speaking Of Knives

Evening Sunbow

Beyond

Amulet

 

Errant Broom

Somewhere out there there's a witch who's lost her broom.  Can witches fly without brooms?  I do recall some flew to the Sabbath riding on the back of goats, but I don't know if that was standard practice.

 

Gloves Set Out To Dry

outside a fried chicken place.

I could be overthinking it, but this could be a subtle form of rodomontade:  "See, we run a hygenic joint here -- we always wear gloves when handling our chicken!"

Or maybe I AM overthinking it.

Plugged

Made me think of medical illustrations -- like cross sections showing foreign objects embedded in tissue, for example.

One In Every Class

That one clown that just has to stand out from the bunch.

Be it a curly tree in a parkful of arrow-straight trees

or a Baba Yaga house in a neighborhood full of plumbline-straight homes^

Yet Another Mirror In An Absurd Setting

Unlike most other out-of-place mirrors, this one looked classy and expensive.  That lacquer frame with mother-of-pearl inlay surely must have cost its original owner a considerable sum.  It actually looks like there might be an interesting backstory to its present unusual circumstance -- perhaps one that involves a misfortunate Victorian-style romance between star-crossed lovers that led to some tragic incident and the mirror becoming haunted (which could explain why it's placed behind the banister -- to keep it "behind bars")...?  Ooh!

Winged Gods Adoring The Sun

Dancing Figure On The Sidewalk

Performing a pirouette!

 

Meat

hanging in a restaurant window.  I understand about dry-aging, but I wished they'd chosen a more visually appealing way to show it off somehow.  This particiular display didn't look appetizing so much as zombie-eaten.  And I'm not sure about the sun exposure.

For Once,

an image of aloneness that is actually kind of humorous.  At least, it so seems to my eyes.  But as to why it should seem humorous, I'm not sure.  Maybe it's the mural in the back?  But I think the image would still be... well, let's say not lacking in some mysterious kind of humor even without the mural.  Hah, "mysterious humor"!  Good one.

Maybe it's because the lone figure here somehow manages to convey a feeling not of loneliness so much as of... aloofness(?), as if alone by conscious choice...

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Comparison with these images may help to explain what I mean:  A Bit Eerie;

            A Drizzly Day In Hongdae;

            Exit/Transfer 

Parts

In a prosthetist's window.

Bardo -- Liminal Spaces

 

Anonymous Chunk Of Ice

Thanks to the streak of subzero temps it's survived on the sidewalk long enough to be immortalized by moi^

Wintry Afternoon

 

Crazy Stare

Late afternoon sun looking oddly p̶s̶y̶c̶h̶o̶t̶i̶c̶ intimidating.

Maybe this says more about me, though.

Obsessive-Compulsive

Being OC and a photobug means being forced to expend a lot of mental energy (and often varying amounts of physical energy as well) doing this sort of thing every day.

Errant Snowball

It looked so out of place, a lump of snow out of the blue, by a busy sidewalk with not a trace of snow anywhere else around.  Hardworking "environment beautification technicians" (aka street cleaners) had cleared all the snow off the sidewalk, but had left this one snowball alone.  Or perhaps made it themselves, as a reminder of a moment in time.  Kind of poignant, that.

A cleaning crew with a sense of poetry.  Or perhaps irony.

Tails Or Heads

Both ends of a dried pollack at a fishmonger's.

Moon Through Branches

Looking at this image, I feel like I should improvise a short poem in the old sijo style, just like the gentlemen scholars of old Korea;  that, or perhaps a zen-succinct haiku.  Too bad I don't understand the first thing about poetry...