There are several many people in my life that might argue that I am a weirdness magnet. But, what would that say about them?

Am I really a magnet -or- do you think that just maybe when I am riding my motorcycle I try to be hyper-aware of my surroundings? Strangely enough, I prefer to think that weirdness looks for me. My Gramma used to say that ‘water rises to its own level.’

A few weeks ago, while riding around in Westchester County we passed this charming red building. I think it was once an antique or consignment shop.

Cute, but easily passed by. That is unless something glistens in the sun and catches your eye.

Random. Just the way I like it