Here’s a visual record of a walk I took yesterday:

Not all the graffiti in my area is this classy. But hey.

I can't decide if this is cute or creepy. Also note: Crocs apparently do not decompose.

I totally used to drive a Land Cruiser in high school. Except mine was blue, and didn't have such sweet rims.

Totally sweet hangout spot I found just off the road under a big cedar.

I feel unutterably happy when I discover stuff like this.

Seriously, this is stuff of legend. Not sure what kind of legend.

The main attraction on the lawn of the Free Air house.

And the rest of their yard. Epic.