A Wisconsin Alphabet – Part III

I is for Ice Cream, a Treat at the Fair

I is for Ice Cream, a Treat at the Fair

J is for Junk,

J is for Junk, Piled High Everywhere

K is for Kale, Cabbages Cousin

K is for Kale, Cabbage’s Kin

L is for Lady, the Snow Makes her Grin

L is for Lady; the Snow Makes Her Grin

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  1. that’s a nice snowman and a nice series of photographic rhymes! 🙂

  2. suehenryphotography says:

    You OBVIOUSLY have been working on this project for a while! 🙂 Love it. Can’t wait for the next installment.

  3. Actually, Sue, I got hit by the inspiration bug two days ago – but I’ve been working on the project ever since. I’m at U, so I still have a few more to do. 😉

  4. Great series of posts, although the ice cream isn’t as appealing when it’s -6 out! I don’t know why though because the snow lady sure is.

  5. Am so impressed..and inspired. This is wonderful..and such fun! Looking forward to tomorrow….

  6. Oh, love the ones in this series. Junk pile and snow cone I am esp fond of. And the snowman (woman?) has some pretty eyes!!

  7. Such a fun collection of photos here. Nice work. I love the snow-lady!

  8. I love that ice cream cone! My parents would drive us kids into town occasionally just to get ice cream at a particular drive in that just served malteds, shakes, cones both ice cream and snow, banana splits, sundaes, and all manner of chilled goodies. I’ll never forget the decals on the windows of dancing ice cream cones, the bright flourescent lights that buzzed, hot summer nights with dripping ice cream cones, and atop this drive-in was a similar lighted ice cream cone. For a kid, this place was sheer heaven, and the memory is a viseral one. Thanks, Bo.

  9. Very entertaining post. In comment to Montucky – when it’s -6, the ice cream cone certainly won’t melt prematurely (at least not outside).

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