A woman leans against a silver car. She's wearing shorts and a sleeveless top, looks like a runner. But she's smoking.

For the past couple of days, little white feathery things have been floating past the window. I don't know how to describe the effect they have on the scene, except to say that it looks more than it normally does like a place where fairies and elves might be frolicking.

Man with a beagle out for a stroll.

It's a beautiful day outside, and the parking lot is made especially sunny by a clean, bright, mustard-yellow van with a ketchup bumper. What could it transport besides condiments? Who drives such a thing, Oscar Meyer? I'll keep my eyes open.

Earlier a guy was trimming the ivy(?) or whatever that stuff is that grows in the bark, with one of those chainsaw/swordfish devices.

The view has been somewhat limited today by a Roadway trailer parked on our side of the street. I hope it doesn't explode.

Somebody's set up a ladder in front of one of the garages over by the martial arts studio, don't see anyone on the roof. Lots of birds flapping around, landing up there today. Jeep isn't there, probably gone for lunch.