Across the Pacific from Alaska it will soon be light enough for me to go out for Saturday breakfast.
There's no one in town to make breakfast, though - the bakery people are busy baking bread and having flour fights, the dairy farmers are hosing down their dairies and feeding treats to their cows, the tanker drivers are delivering the milk to the factories... think I'll go back to bed, I don't work Saturdays..
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Across the Pacific from Alaska it will soon be light enough for me to go out for Saturday breakfast.
There's no one in town to make breakfast, though - the bakery people are busy baking bread and having flour fights, the dairy farmers are hosing down their dairies and feeding treats to their cows, the tanker drivers are delivering the milk to the factories... think I'll go back to bed, I don't work Saturdays..
Viva - sounds like a Saturday morning in a place I would like to photograph...
Bill, you'd especially like meeting our racehorses, who are much too thoroughbred to go about heckling people...