One car shadow, one car, not connected.

A small gathering of colleagues this evening.

Land damaged by man and taken over by nature, kudzu creeps everywhere.

Outside and inside, places to pause.

The office furniture turnover continues in the building.

I really need to stop drinking the diet sodas. Someday. Soon.

Into the building and into the ground. The latter is the next step in the build out of a new gas station – that’s an underground fuel tank.