I flew up to Boston on a plane that had enough turbulence to make people vomit on Friday night. The drive back on Sunday took 14 hours and was partially done in driving snow and high winds . . . and that’s why I forgot to post my weekly photos last week.
The mix of lines and color work pretty well with the reflection to be something a bit more than just a window. Something about this felt like a buoy on water rather than a traffic cone on bricks. The giant peach water tower being repainted in Gaffney. The Silver Dollar was once a place of hope.