Blue Sky Whore

Growing up in grey dreich Scotland has meant that I have learned to appreciate blue skies, especially so if its been cold for a few days.

To the passing Mexican its probably safe to presume that I look a little strange seemingly aimlessly pointing my camera to the sky while I walked in the Spanish speaking part of town. But for me although Utah has its blue sky days frequently I'm still of the mindset I might not see another one for a week, or two.

Another thing I am still getting used to is the abundance of American flags everywhere. Patriotism in the US is rife, you'll find the flag displayed outside stores, on Church land, on cars, and in back yards. It's nice to see positive patriotism in action, but I sometimes wonder what might happen if I were to get a couple of flagpoles of my own and displayed the Chilean and Scottish flags and happened to have the wrong type of neighbour. 

  

I suspect I wouldn't have much problem from the occupants of the building above but I'm not so sure about the red, white and blue mail box further up the road I'm small enough that I might just disappear in that old oil drum with a push.

 

And what's with the size of that satellite dish across the road, do they like their television or are they searching for extra terrestrial lifeforms across the galaxy?