Roxborough Park is even prettier when you click the pics.
There's a neighborhood on one side of the outskirts of Roxborough Park. From what I can see it looks like very nice custom homes. They sure are in a pretty area.
Well, it looks like the 4th of July holiday is well underway, and I can tell because there's almost no one left in the neighborhood except me. The streets are practically deserted, RVs and boats parked in nearly every yard have strangely disappeared, and except for the occasional sound of fireworks, silence cloaks the neighborhood.
I'm pretty sure by tomorrow afternoon, all that will change, and the sounds and sight of fireworks will dominate the area, including my daughter's house, where 20 or 30 folks are coming over for a barbecue and their annual fireworks display.
I, of course, will hide out in the Arctic Fox for most of the goings-on, further increasing my reputation as the old homeless bum living in the driveway, a reputation, by the way, that I wear with pride.
I will, however, take advantage of any free food that comes off the barbecue grill since that conveniently furthers my homeless bum reputation, and if I keep my mouth full of food, I won't be required to make any small talk with anyone foolish enough to walk near me.
I will also come creeping out of the Arctic Fox under cover of darkness when there are fireworks I can take a picture of. But that won't last long, and then I'll be able to slink back into the Arctic Fox, hidden by the night.... a ghost, a specter, an apparition, a vision of what never was.... Theboondork.
Roxborough Park with its red rocks and green grass is just about as pretty as any place you'd ever want to see.
There are some weird wild flowers growing around Roxborough Park.
Roxborough Park black and white.
Fireworks for tomorrow's festivities. My son-in-law drove all the way to the Wyoming border the other day to buy these REAL fireworks off an Indian reservation. If the Indians had this stuff back in the day, the Calvary wouldn't have stood a chance.