A Toy-Camera-Missoula-Morning

I just recently uploaded a new app for my IPhone (which is the coolest flippin' thing ever...can't believe I waited so long to get one)...the app is Toy Camera. I decided to take some photos on my morning stroll and set it to random (which means...sometimes sepia...sometimes zingy green...sometimes seventies brown...etc.) So here is what I saw:

I started out down my little ol' street.

Then came across something I have never noticed in all the years I've lived here...not sure what the tree is but looks too exotic for Montana.

Heading down the tracks...a raven keeps guard.

Love this photo

Here's another one I like too...but then again, I'm not going to show you the lousy photos.

Up over the overpass to see a slightly more elevated view of of my fair city.

Came across a few transients...hanging out, smoking....

Here's a bizarre sight.

At first I didn't know what to make of the chalk outlines on the sidewalk. They had done this all down the street. Then I realized they were drawing the shadows cast by the streetlights. Must go back at night!

I thought is was a brilliant idea. In some cases they shadow chalk went up on the buildings as well as multiple shadows.

Time for a quick cappuccino at Liquid Planet

That but the zing in my thing...so back to my stroll.

Missoula is a bicyclers paradise...

In fact they even grow on trees...

Look

Here's my favorite spot for antiques...the Montana Antique mall.

Not far is Circle Square Second Hand...

My friend Raven does the displays here...groovy

Dog days of summer

Time to head back...this time I'll go under instead of over. The Orange Street Underpass. Eerie at night....rumor was there was a hammer murder down there way back when.

Usually a good spot for graffiti

Here is someone's tag. I just liked the way it looked behind the chain link.

Okay...made it out without getting murdered. Looky looky. Here's a cool piece of graffiti on a fence. I'm a sucker for eyes....and devils...this is both.

Strolling home. Here's a guys place who lives a few blocks from me. He's into chopping up cars and rebuilding them. Then he blasts 50's music (and I mean blasts) and cruises the neighborhood...you can hear for miles...with a periodic squealing of tires - in between ditty bops.

Home again, home again, jiggity jig. Hope you liked the stroll.