Sunday, May 10, 2009
Near the end of the vigil.
Who knew there were so many different kinds of pink and green, and different textures and yarns.
Not sure if she's a pinker--everytime I see somebody in our color, I wonder if it's coincidence or not--but we saw so many non-pinkers from all over walking around with the flowers Code Pink handed out.
People got one warning to not put flowers in the wrought iron gate.
But they look pretty.
I asked Mr SWAT why we couldn't put flowers in the fence. He gave us shifting, nonsensical reasons. Translation: because I said so.
Ya gotta keep an eagle eye on these dangerous pink ladies.
We did keep the fascists busy with waves of flowers.
One reason we were told no flowers: it would obstruct tourists' views of the WH.
Park cop was friendly and asked Medea if that was really Patch Adams he'd seen earlier. Little fanboy!
The breeze was nice and moved some petals around the park.
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Nice photos, ntodd - thanks for sharing them.
Posted by: Syd B | May 11, 2009 9:30:18 PM