He'd start at one end of the 5-blog-long street, placing one heel deliberately in front of his opposing toes, & so on, & so forth. When he got close to the ocean, he'd cross the street, & head back up from whence he came.
Oh & BTW...he hummed a little open-ended tune, of indistinct origin, as he walked. And we think he had the parasol to deflect the Saturday Nite crowd's gazes of amazement.
This snap intrigues me because there's so much going on. The Vision in Pink, the reflective tape on his running shoes, the plastic chair, the little girl, who's also wearing pink, the whatever spilled on the sidewalk, the tights, the parasol...
OK, Scribe Fans. You know what to do, right? Take a gander at this Superior Snap. Then Conjur a Caption for Said Snap. Tippy-tap your Creative Caption in the Comments section of this post.
That's all there is to it it! You won't win anything tangible for your efforts...this week, anyway. But you will earn Mrs. Scribe's undying affection & amazing awe. And what could be better than that?