Late afternoon sun.

If you look at it long enough, it looks a bit like an ice flow. We’re still looking at it.

Waiting for a pickup outside the Atlanta airport.

Ground floor steps heading further down.

There’s a small, cinder block, backroad church not far from here, not terribly inviting.

My parking lot has been painted many times.

The business college has started work on their second new building, lots of standing around looking at things here.