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kleenexwoman) wrote2009-04-03 03:37 am
kleenexwoman) wrote2009-04-03 03:37 am
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Another local picspam, part I
This picspam is huge and has three parts. This is part I. Part II will be the Historic District, part III will be the cemetary.
My condo complex is right next to the River Rouge, which flows through the woods and through a little park. It's literally right next door, although it's down a very steep slope, and it's usually easier to walk half a block around the park than to climb down.
The Upper Branch of the River Rouge starts just a few miles from here, in a tiny stream in a suburban neighborhood. It wends through this park for a while and eventually turns into an enormous river that divides Windsor and Detroit.
The park is a very popular place for ducks.
They are keeping guard.
Waddling towards the squirrel, preparing to attack.
More ducks. I love the way they flee. It's like passing a genteel, upper-class couple in the park and having them be too polite to actually run, but just going "Not our type, dear."
Bats live here!
Government stuff. It does not seem particularly high-tech.
The valley, from another view. Or perhaps another valley. It's called Farmington Hills for a reason.
There's a little road near the intersection that goes down into the valley. Someone put fake flowers near the entrance. I do not know why. Car crash memorial?
The road!
It doesn't really go anywhere.
The little town square in the middle of the strip mall.
Playing sax with iPod on!
There were two groups of kids goofing off on opposite sides of the park. Rival suburban gangs? Cliques from enemy high schools? Groups of friends that just don't happen to hang out with one another?
The punkier kids were fooling around in front of one girl's camera.
Storefronts!
Puppies!
A sculpture outside of the public services compound.
The entrance to the library. The paintings are all by local artists.
The front desk.
The adult fiction reading room.
Local Postsecret.
The kids' room on the bottom floor.
Selections from the Wall of History.
THE CITY OF FARMINGTON!
My condo complex is right next to the River Rouge, which flows through the woods and through a little park. It's literally right next door, although it's down a very steep slope, and it's usually easier to walk half a block around the park than to climb down.
The Upper Branch of the River Rouge starts just a few miles from here, in a tiny stream in a suburban neighborhood. It wends through this park for a while and eventually turns into an enormous river that divides Windsor and Detroit.
The park is a very popular place for ducks.
They are keeping guard.
Waddling towards the squirrel, preparing to attack.
More ducks. I love the way they flee. It's like passing a genteel, upper-class couple in the park and having them be too polite to actually run, but just going "Not our type, dear."
Bats live here!
Government stuff. It does not seem particularly high-tech.
The valley, from another view. Or perhaps another valley. It's called Farmington Hills for a reason.
There's a little road near the intersection that goes down into the valley. Someone put fake flowers near the entrance. I do not know why. Car crash memorial?
The road!
It doesn't really go anywhere.
The little town square in the middle of the strip mall.
Playing sax with iPod on!
There were two groups of kids goofing off on opposite sides of the park. Rival suburban gangs? Cliques from enemy high schools? Groups of friends that just don't happen to hang out with one another?
The punkier kids were fooling around in front of one girl's camera.
Storefronts!
Puppies!
A sculpture outside of the public services compound.
The entrance to the library. The paintings are all by local artists.
The front desk.
The adult fiction reading room.
Local Postsecret.
The kids' room on the bottom floor.
Selections from the Wall of History.
THE CITY OF FARMINGTON!
Wha' happened?
Re: Wha' happened?
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YOU MOTHAFUCKAS BETTER RECOGNIZE
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