The main sign says open, which seems unlikely. It’s either a remnant from before the fire or is making reference to the smaller sign, which has the tattoo shop open at another location.

Late afternoon light creeping around the blinds. This is a low-ISO, color image – that’s not grain, it’s texture.

Out early to hit the farmer’s market, first time we’ve made it this year. We must be townie’s by now, ran into three people we knew in about ten minutes time.

Why anyone would think about parking on a plaza, I don’t know.

Really? Was this too hard to figure out?

I bailed out of my friend’s home earlier than expected, the weather forecast was hellacious. Four major wrecks in one 15 mile stretch of highway, trucks on their roofs and cars pointed in the wrong direction.

Still think this little Mini is one of the best long distance cruisers I’ve had – stable and smooth, easy to drive and efficient, too.

Last day of teaching at the Poynter Institute, heading to central Florida to spend a night with some old friends, then the long drive home tomorrow.

I’ve never done this drive, two lanes through nowhere. It is not as glamorous or picturesque as the brochures make it look, a mix of run down farms and run down homes.