I don't know. I actually enlarged this to get a closer look. So what I see looks like sand or dirt. Not sure what the 'cracks' are. You've got me. Yutha? Tell me quick. Your sister's a sadist. She'll make me wait forever.
Anne S. is the closest guess. It's a spot on the sidewalk where lightening hit. It turned the sand in the concrete to black glass. The lighting strike traveled about, oh, 50 feet or so, branching out like...branches.
Forgive me. I'm so tired. But I'm home! Don't know who is happier, husband or dog.
Dog. Although husband is pretty happy, he didn't do a frenzied happy dance when I walked in the door. I can always count on the Budster.
Seaweed on the beach?
ReplyDeleteEasy one. It's a herd of two dimensional reindeer on the barren tundra.
ReplyDeleteIt's the crusty top of a delicious chocolate dessert that you are eating in Surrey, where I am not. WAH!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteIs anyone going to have a birthday at Red Robin this year?
Oh! Oh! I know! I know!
ReplyDeleteIs it a spot where lightning hits the sand?
ReplyDeleteIt looks like the road I drive on in Houston.
ReplyDeleteI don't know. I actually enlarged this to get a closer look. So what I see looks like sand or dirt. Not sure what the 'cracks' are. You've got me. Yutha? Tell me quick. Your sister's a sadist. She'll make me wait forever.
ReplyDeleteA crazed granite countertop?
ReplyDeleteI might have guess granite countertop or something Surrey-related as well, except that it's so obviously a Montreal road! Potholes everywhere!
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I think it's granite.
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See, Yutha. I knew she'd keep us hanging...
ReplyDeleteYes Debby, welcome to my world...hey Pam, you back yet??
ReplyDeleteJust got back and......
ReplyDeleteAnne S. is the closest guess. It's a spot on the sidewalk where lightening hit. It turned the sand in the concrete to black glass. The lighting strike traveled about, oh, 50 feet or so, branching out like...branches.
Forgive me. I'm so tired. But I'm home! Don't know who is happier, husband or dog.
Dog. Although husband is pretty happy, he didn't do a frenzied happy dance when I walked in the door. I can always count on the Budster.
Welcome home. Me and Yutha, we wasn't muttering about you behind your back. No sirree-bob. Right Yutha?
ReplyDeleteOh no, no Pam. Debby and I didn't say a word.
ReplyDeleteI have to say, though, that sidewalk was very cool. Can you imagine if you'd been nearby when that sucker it? Whoa.
Hit. Not sucker it. Hit. Doh.
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