Went to visit the kid in Tiny Town, found an old truck as I made the dinner run.

Headed downtown for the Town & Gown awards with the Mrs., complete with a costume competition.

I bet I could make a living just photographing pockets of light around me.

Not a good one, of course.

Ashes to ashes, leaves to branches.

A long-abandoned project is moving ahead, it seems.

I’m used to seeing rotting food in my parking lot after games, but a pile of pea gravel is a new one.

Evening light and the wait for a companion begins.