Bubbles can be recognized as bubbles even if they are out of focus.

A brave bubble floated on the breeze, but dared to approach a dangerous tree.

Either this bubble was on its way to surprise the boy, or the boy was about to be surprised by a bubble.

The bubble hovered dead center over folks dining at the Union Street Fair.

In the park after the parade this boy was found on the raised platform behind the old courthouse blowing bubbles. Here he had begun one huge and glorious bubble.

The bubble lost focus just before its demise as it headed skyward into the clouds.

Bubbles floated near the jewel display and gave off the appearance of jewelry themselves.

An army of bubbles swarmed to the rescue.

He walked and cheerfully and shared his bubbles with all.

Bubbles rose high above Bay Street and slowly vanished into a clear blue featureless sky.

Bubbles blew through the woods on their way to inevitable doom.

Bubbles tagged along as folks walked through the fair that started after the parade.

Fortunately the bubble gun was not used in anger.

Bubbles joined the parade as it headed down Shattuck Avenue.

She blew bubbles casually over her shoulder.

One of the antique Recology trucks was dumping a huge number of bubbles out of its back. Not only did this lend a festive feeling to what followed, but decorated the trees above as well.

One young lad riding on one of the truck beds of the parade tried several times to blow a bubble. Here was one of his successful tries.