Sunday, December 11, 2011

Downtown Kansas City









4 comments:

sue hanes said...

XO - These pictures are what I call over the top.

Superdave said...

You know in many ways I like black and white shots as well as I do color. Somethings just look good when done the ole way.


Once again great shots XO.

Byron said...

XO, I keep thinking about the dead possums. Here's the thing: There is nothing that could have killed all eight instantly. Not an attacking animal or human, not poison, nothing. In an attack, seven would have run away. Even poison, they would not have been laying so close together. Curious, ... I like puzzles. My mind doesn't let them go easily & continues to work on them in the background as it were. Did you come up with anything?

Xavier Onassis said...

Byron - I've given this a lot of thought. I think I have this figured out.

Rather than being zombie possums, as I feared, they were actually Vampire Possums.

Probably of the sparkly "Twilight" genus.

They telepathically coordinated a sparkly Vampire Possum family reunion (ya know, like they do) at that specific spot on the Missouri River.

It is well known that the Missouri River is the nexus of all that is Unholy in possum lore.

Possums hate water. That's why most of them seek death on highways. Concrete and asphalt are sacred to possums.

But I digress.

The Vampire Possums got all absorbed swapping sparkly Vampire Possum stories and neglected to return to their little Vampire Possum coffins (containing, of course, their native soil) before the sun came up.

The first beams of the rising sun caught them unawares, boiled away all of their sparkly "Twilight" vampirishness, leaving behind the desiccated possum carcasses seen in my photos.

It's the only possible explanation.