It is DART St. Louis time again. I met Frank when I was taking photos at one of our areas. Yes, I said one of our areas. This year we threw two darts. Frank is from the area Heather was shooting, but I tagged along. As I was taking his picture a woman came out of the house. She was so excited I was taking a picture of Frank. That's how I came to know his name. I never did find out how Frank felt about having his photo taken. Apparently he doesn't speak much.
I didn't find out this cricket's name either. When Heather saw this she said, "Sometimes you feel like a nut and sometimes you don't." I said my caption would be, "A Nut Too Far." She didn't get the joke. Apparently, "A Bridge Too Far" was from before her time. Ouch.
And there was the poor homeless Frosty.
In a completely different neighborhood I spied these guys.
You knew there had to be flamingos, didn't you?
