This Ain’t Your Grandpa’s Bread Line
Sweet or sourdough, boy!
Beckoning Blue Oven loaves.
Tortano, at last.
And here's an untitled one that's less foodie-ish, but even more from the heart.
Western quest, a drive
toward hills heavy with sage.
Jagged landscapes: home.
Stop by Aunty's place to check out all the fine entries this week. Thanks, Aunty, for distracting me from my frettin' over what my silly city is doing to my beloved street-food peeps. I'll be back later in the week with more food-focused coverage (and more news about food vendors getting booted from Fountain Square if I can track it down - dang!).