Showing posts with label bikers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bikers. Show all posts

Saturday, January 23, 2010

Visionary

Whenever I see a graphic of the female repoductive system ...


... I think of someone performing jazz hands.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Torn and frayed

Geneva On The Lake is a little lake resort village about 40 miles east of Cleveland. It is an odd place, a teenage girl that is at once past her prime and still attractive. The thrill rides are gone, but the strip still thrums, mostly with bikers. Click on any image to enlarge.



Cartoon chicken and piggy in the fire and umbrellas.




People and bikes and the lake in the background.




Got beer?




Cool people and I love it.




Buy me a corndog.




Pink panther on the loose.




Waiting on a friend.




Take a whiz.




Buy a bra.




Go home and take a nap.




Flip my flops and the chocolate candy that doesn't melt in your hand.




Let's sit for a spell.




Tiny Santa and the God of the Lake.




"Erin O'Brien will one day rule the world!"




Gotta drive and can only have one.




Three green chairs, no people.




You're not south, you're north.