I've had a lot of people pestering me for more camera work lately. Not being stingy, I'll provide some more photos in this post. The subject being the Plaza, one of the more picture-worthy locations in our most esteemed locale of Kansas City.

 On this, our lords day May the Second, Two-thousand and Ten, my Dad and I, went for a walk  to the Country Club Plaza. Pictures or it didn't happen, folks.

About as metaphorical of a picture of the Plaza as you can take.

What an illicit statue.

He's clearly pleased.

Neptune will wreck you with that trident. Interesting note, that statue is cast of lead. 

A queen sized bed, only rivaled by Simmons.

Me and my boar. 

Elephant ribs, being prepared by the local Brazilian steakhouse.

Indian, in fierce battle with an alligator.

Saint Vladimir Putin, slaying a bear.

It's always sunny in Jackson County, Missouri.

A sexy young couple. 

Our beautiful waterway, known colloquially as "Flush Creek". I hear you can take a nice haul of brown trout of you have the patience

 I failed to mention that Doves from Kansas City are made of bronze.

All the cool godly figures are smoking cigars. Why aren't you?

Only pansies take pictures of pansies.

 Satisfied?