Was on my way Downtown before noon on Monday -- unusually
early for me. Did find the Sun in an unaccustomed position, casting shadows that reached out to my camera and begged to have their picture taken.





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I thought: "Would Medusa go to a hairstylist, or a snake charmer?"
With
eager metaphorical feet, I stomped on my
brain, as if it were a giant
grape of silliness, and produced the fine wine of
madness that is the following cartoon...

OK, maybe I just quickly drew the first thing that popped into my head, and that was that.
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