Our July/August home-away-from-home in Kentucky is a farm cottage on a tiny, quiet country road… Well, quiet most nights. On this particular evening, a concert had just let out at the vineyard across the road and a sudden blast of vehicles added some passers-by to our neighborhood.
The lines and lights of the dock, boat, and horizon collide in this image of a catamaran in Traverse City.
Dana Dining Hall looks warm and inviting on a cold winter night; I think the car passing quickly by (rather than standing still in the cold, like me) had the right idea.
Every driver told us that this was the “off season” and that winter was when the infrastructure of Prague was repaired before the next summer. I can’t imagine the traffic in May…
The charming anachronisms of Berkeley’s Normandy Village look particularly distinct on a rainy winter night. The odd experience of living there is already wandering into the nostalgic parts of my memories.
The lights of Alcatraz matched the color of the sunset for just a moment.