One before fifty -- and then it's almost done?
Something else I pass before getting to the rabbit hole. This building didn't exist a year ago... I've never been in it, but I park by it 52 Wednesdays a year.
And finally, this is now on the walk (it's been there a month or so, but I saw the painting offender who cleaned his buckets in the little trail. HOW DARE HE!
And here, the beginning of the end of the rabbit hole. As the summer winds down and fall arrives, the hole will become "unholed". Before we know it, the path will look like a wide open highway- the mystery will be gone from view- a sad thing.

















































