Never noticed this pattern on the grills of Acuras before.

Lief is creeping up on the concrete and steel bridge that leads to my parking lot.

Not sure what was happening, but today was one of the longest commutes home I’ve had. No one was in a rush and no one was doing anything really dumb. The summer heat has maybe beat everyone down a little more than usual.

Another customer awaits their order at the local cheap Mexican place. And it’s always worth the wait.

Morning and afternoon commute.

She pulled up with an “In God We Trust” sticker on her plate, parked illegally in a fire zone, then was gruff with the folks at the counter.

I may have left a larger tip at our favorite take out place.

A couple of eras represented outside of a local antique mall. And, inside, a curious choice to put the book club selection notice on the spine. No idea what the book is.