If you go sit in one of the student lounges in our building, you can stare at this for hours.

Licorice is ready for her evening meal.

The painting has been mostly completed at work, all is uniform now.

Little details outside the doc’s office.

The wife’s summer plans are coming together out back.

There are four bicycles chained up on my way into the office, none of which have moved in months.

Not quite a rooty, but not inaccurate.