During a family walk in town this weekend, Erik calmly noted, "Hey look, buns."
And there they were, next to a tree trunk on the burm: Buns. It was an assortment of the hamburger and hotdog varities, some still in tact, some split apart.
Who placed them there? Why were they rejected? Were they going to be retrieved later? If so, by whom?
So many questions, so few answers. Okay, no answers. Thus begins my "Mysteries of the Universe" series, which will document questionables and curiosities as they arise, when I have my camera on my person.
Feel free to post theories about the buns. They haunt me still.
And there they were, next to a tree trunk on the burm: Buns. It was an assortment of the hamburger and hotdog varities, some still in tact, some split apart.
Who placed them there? Why were they rejected? Were they going to be retrieved later? If so, by whom?
So many questions, so few answers. Okay, no answers. Thus begins my "Mysteries of the Universe" series, which will document questionables and curiosities as they arise, when I have my camera on my person.
Feel free to post theories about the buns. They haunt me still.
