It’s not Montana or anything, but we get texture in our skies some mornings.

Layers of stone work.

A little leftover moisture, a little light.

It dawned on me last night that the purchase of the MINI (their caps, not mine) was foretold by my wife – she bought me a blue, remote controlled MINI a few years ago.

Early morning work on the college’s front lawn.

On the floor of the terrace level at work.

A gray day makes the colors pop a bit.