Bluejake

Karen likes to shop at the Fairway in Red Hook, which is fine by me, as long as I don't have to go inside with her. It's like an insane asylum in there-- bedlam with a canned goods aisle. So while she's doing that, I usually walk around the neighborhood looking for new graf and odd buildings. This weekend was a bonanza for both-- the sun was half hidden behind the clouds, and the entire neighborhood was lit up in strange colors.