I live in an area with a rather large spectrum of household incomes. As such, a mere 30 minute walk with my dog every night yields many wonderful sightings.

“Photographing” (you know — pointing and clicking with my cumbersome potato phone) is difficult when you’re trying to walk a puppy who will lose focus the moment I stall, so you’ll pardon the unflattering angles or blurs.

Tonight, I offer you a Beatle convertible, and a primered Porsche.