A random white van.
Those tree shadows.
A basketball backboard shadow.
The intersection of it all.
Ominous.
'Go stand over there'
'But Dad, I'm scared'
The things we do.
For the love of the frame.
Sometimes beauty finds us...
The view from here...
This morning.
A feeling.
Something you can't put any data metrics or dollars around...
Embrace this beautiful mess...
When we know the way...
Eyes open.
Eyes closed.
When we know the way.
