Similarly attired aliens face each other in their domed bubble, prior to being fed by humans and dispensing removable white tongues that the humans require.

At last it can be told--or, rather, it has to be, because I promised no more digressions.

Back on Thursday, I was taking pictures of an interesting truck in a parking lot in Morristown when I heard a stern voice say, "Can I Help You?"

Here, finally, is what happened next...

Many of the pictures I've taken over the years are of things that don't move. Landscapes or still lifes. But they do change. Sometimes overnight.

Friday's Plain Sight picture was a case in point.

I park my car in the same Morristown municipal parking lot--10J--every day, and usually in the same spot.

But when I left work and arrived at my car at--just a sec, I'll look up the EXIF information--exactly 6:48:22 p.m., it didn't look the way it usually does.

In a Morristown parking lot, an SUV sprouts fangs and sings, "I Am The Walrus."