Water Street, a paneful tale. A schooner that will not sail....

Water Street, Excelsior. Sunday Evening and, as I take a few store front pictures, a mid-50ish man walks by sporting plank shorts, a noisy black & white animal print hat and t shirt. The sun is going down and it is around 55 degrees. The street is dying down after a brief spell of excitement generated by the Minnesota Wild playoff game. I focus on the mundane.Pansies. Ships that belong in large bottles. Alas, I have missed the Art Tour.