Even without color, there are patterns.

The last old fashioned hardware store on my side of town closed a while back. A big sale cleared everything out, but the building remains, slowly crumbling, in need of its old product.

Not a bad idea, but everything there is good.

Two pairs, lost in conversation, leaves one card on its own.

Another home football game, more debris from signs, this time left in some shurbs.

The sun was high, the chores were already ignored … time to roll.

The slivers of light that pierce our home as the day ends are just wonderful.