I head under this bridge every day, stopping for traffic in rush minute almost nightly. It’s become a visually comfortable place to me of late.

Some snacks don’t make it back to the seat.

I supect there are many others doing the same.

Just, no.

Where expected and where not.

Also, this seems like a lot of work to get a pipe in place.

Into the loft above the basement today. Been here before, but never for very long.

We better have the greenest lawns ever.