Boo Bradley were on the Carroll Street side of cap square, playing for the crowds at today's farmer's market.

Usually it's just the guitar player and the guy on washboard, but today a third fellah joined in with a washtub bass fiddle.

The trees are finally leafing out along the top of State Street.

Lunch on the Capital Lawn

Another gorgeous spring day under the oaks ...

I've got about a million photos of this thing by now, and I keep thinking that should be about enough, but then I see it from a new angle with the light on it in a different way and I have to take another snapshot.

At The Farmer's Market

There's something not quite right about this photo ... wait a moment ... it'll come to me ...

As I wandered the stacks at A Room Of One's Own, the bookstore on Johnson St, I felt as though I were being watched ...

I don't know a thing about this book, but the title certainly is eye-catching.

I know there's a legitimate use for this, but it still gives me the giggles to know you can find packaged bat guano on the shelves of our local grocery, the Willy Street Co-Op.