This is kind of the opposite shot to this one, of the flowers. This is taken from in front of that white and red auto shop, and that black fence shows where the wagon and flowers were. The wagon is currently empty. Oh, and I said something about how only a nice person would have flowers like this out front (since I snuggled up to their front door to take the first photo), and a few weeks ago I was biking by and saw a nice-looking lady out front chatting amicably with a neighbour. So, the moral of this story is that flowers = non-psychos. Or flowers = horticulturally-inclined psychos. Or flowers = psychos who look like nice-looking ladies. Hmmm.