Sometimes the hum of the road is enough.
Common in these parts...
Fox sightings are common in these parts...
For the love of the frame...
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...
