An eerie picture from mom’s recent birthday—an empty pool while everyone was batting pinatas.
Alright, I’ve been a little slow to post of late–school’s a tad time consuming. Consider this a study break.
Albuquerque is chock full of awesome. I went home last month for my mother’s 65th and took an overdue photo tour of the stunning signs lining Central Ave, the old Route 66.
I don’t know much about the May Cafe at Louisiana and Central, but I’m sure it must have been a lumber yard at some point–or maybe a maple syrup importer. I want to think that their statue’s Paul Bunyan, but I’m afraid that upside-down mustache is decidedly Canadian. Too bad, eh?