On one recent walk around the neighborhood, we saw...
a charming sign:
a large-scale model airplane hanging in what appeared to be an abandoned and partially-demolished workshop. It seems to be a bit deficient in the wingspan department. If I'm not mistaken, the engine cylinders are crushed beer cans:
a challenging doorway:
and a tile-encrusted set of stairs worthy of a Mexican village:
Most of our perambulations aren't quite so rich in amusement value, but we usually see something that makes us stop and think, or grin, or scratch our heads. For instance...
a flicker rat-a-tatting on a metal chimney:
a kitty curtain call:
an insouciant vehicle:
and, last but not least, what I will G-ratedly refer to as the Tickle Chair: