Working late has it’s illuminating advantages.

The parking lot I use at work is partially an old railroad bridge. I’m curious who had the idea of pulling up track and putting down pavement and, when I walk under the bridge/lot, the age of the beams makes me a little nervous.

Mist on the windshield with a galactic feel.

An abandoned New York Times box and a sticker make an interesting pairing.

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.