Monday, January 14, 2013

Phone cam round-up, January thaw edition with philosophy and fruit

This beer can perfectly represents the human condition. It is at once playful and dejected. It is the high life. It is the low life. It is all things behind us and all things before us.

I love this beer can.

The elusive Northeast Ohio Winter Bee.

Flower power.

Aha! A discarded Philly cheese container. Surely there must be a cheesecake around here somewhere. Watson, fetch my magnifying glass and fork.

Road-style fruit basket or Study in Orange and Eve's Demise?

Log on a wire (yes, really).

Peace, man.

The red ...

... the white.

The red and the white and the blue.

The Darwinian imperative, stymied. Possibly related to the beer can and road-style fruit basket in a philosophical sense as well as a literal sense.

Um, Watson?

Study in Giant Unidentified Gross Object, Athletic Shoe and Finger of Photographer.

Dood. Shit's over. Quit waving at everybody and go home.

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Joe said...

There seems to be a lot of roadside trash in your neck of the woods. Haven't the denizens of Greater Cleveland heard of Woodsy Owl?

Are there no crying Native Americans to guilt you Buckeyes into doing the greater good?

Erin O'Brien said...

Joe: Behold the Prime Directive : Do not be a pain in my ass.

That is usually delivered from me to the Goat and Lil' OB, but I'm happy to extend it to you as well.

glittermom said...

There is a log on the wire by Lloyd Rd. in Wickliffe...I oft wonder why? A tornado remnant?

Grygus said...

Sick and tired of hearing how easy it was to "fall off a log," Sir Woodward Loggins decided to show the world that falling off a wire was the truly easy thing to... oh, bother.

Erin O'Brien said...

It was a branch that grew around the wire. When the homeowners had the tree taken out, the contractor removed the tree, but left that log.

Why fool with Mother Nature?

Anonymous said...

I like your pictures, I like them a lot.

James Old Guy

Erin O'Brien said...

Thanks for saying so, James.

Jon Moore said...

Hey Erin O'Brien, are those Brecksville Bees?

Erin O'Brien said...

bzzzzzt. Not sure, Jon.

Anonymous said...

Just messin' with you

This is one of my favorite features of EOB


Anonymous said...

There used to be weeping Indians in Cleveland (as opposed to weeping for The Cleveland Indians) but they were kidnapped and spirited away by Canadians.


Inspector Clouseau said...

Saw your tweet, and decided to check out your blog. Love the title of your blog in particular, and you have an a unique perspective about life. Keep it up.

Erin O'Brien said...

Thanks, Joe. The round-ups don't seem to get a lot of comments, but people tell me they like them.

RJ: those hosers ...

Thanks for dropping in, Inspector.