Night lights on the highway.

Subtle shifts in the steps.

The college is progressing along with its modernization. New paint and new carpeting means the old trim has to come out. Kind of wish I hadn’t seen what was behind it …

It may be open, but it looks a bit vacant.

Board by board, the new floor goes down on top of 30 year old particle board. I don’t know why, but particle board reminds me of my youth – my father built many things out of it but I don’t know that I have ever used it in a project.

We ripped the well-worn carpet out of the Mrs.’s office, tomorrow new floors go in.

A little path leading under the porch with no real purpose.