Not sure I’ve ever seen a bright red bicycle chain before.

Headed west to Birmingham for the day as a cousin had his white coat ceremony – the start of 11 years of school and residencies. That’s a long wait to get to work.

I’m often intrigued by things that are left behind, but I don’t usually expect to see heavy machinery rotting alongside abandoned buildings.

For the next few months, all our Friday nights are now consigned to marching band performances

It was the logical next step.

Pieces long gone, pieces left behind.

The crepe myrtles shed a little every year, the smooth bark peeling away like aged paper.