Tiny adorable plastic Eric & Pam and…. wait, what?
Pam and Eric stood together in the shadows as the torch flames flickered around the village square and the music filled the evening air. People in colorful skirts and coats danced to a lively tune, spinning and bouncing, laughing as they twirled and clapped their hands.
"What the fuck is this?" Pam grumbled.
"Shush!" Eric shushed. "This is the dance of my people."
"This is not the dance of your people."
"Yes, it is."
"No, it is not. Your people are Vikings. These people are employed by the Sweden tourism board and are probably not even really Swedish. You can replace this shitty excuse for folk music with an entire ABBA album, and nobody would bother to tell the difference. The only thing remotely authentically Swedish here is the IKEA two miles down the road.”
Eric looked at her, his expression as cold and impassive as an alpine mountainside.
"You’re harshing my mellow, Pam."
"Whatever. Can we go back to the hotel now? And don’t talk to me about reindeer anymore."
2014 - Day 93 (4/3/14) #photoaday2014
Industrial sunset in sepia.
Ladder 15/Engine 33 on Boylston Street in Boston, MA. I took this photo of the beautiful station and shiny rigs during a visit in the summer of 2008. When I read that Lt. Edward Walsh and firefighter Michael Kennedy were from this house, I actually remembered passing by it and taking the picture. It’s heartbreaking that Boston has lost two of its bravest.