Purple Gloves (162/365)

Mosque (161/365)

The 1st floor of the building now houses Adams Camera

On Broad Street, near my house, I often drive by a building that appears to be an old Mosque.  I have no way of knowing whether the second level still serves this purpose, or if the building ever even served such a purpose, but I always wonder.  The minarets atop the structure and the tiling upon the face of it is what has led me to question the religious history of this building.  Anyone know anything about it?

Ralph, posing in the window

Close-up of one of the decorative tiles

Blood Pressure (160/365)

Fish pizza (159/365)

Snack Time! (158/365)

Kahu & Ralph apparently want some almonds...

Falling... (157/365)

Before

Guess who fell down in the parking lot at Panera this morning?

Guess who did so while STANDING STILL?

If you guessed, me, you'd be right.

No worries, though.  Ralph made it through intact, as did the lunch and tea I had in either hand.  I simply twisted my right ankle and scraped up my left leg.  And, yes, I took pictures!

The plus side to working in hospice care is that when I got to the office, I had a slew of nurses ready to help clean and bandage everything all up, as well as send me on my way with a "care package" of bandages and antiseptics.

After

Dumpster Diving (156/365)

I don't mind the folks who frequently peruse the alley and dig through the trash bins, dumpster diving for something of use to them.  Who's to say that one person's trash isn't another person's treasure?  And, to be sure, the trash that is produced by the residents of my building has been known to include some pretty high end "junk."

However, if you're going to dumpster dive, please be considerate enough to return the trash to the bins when you're done.  It's the considerate thing to do.  However, the dumpster divers that ransacked the bins behind the building must have missed the memo.

Look close...Ralph is pictured...look atop the trash lid.