I was driving home from my graveyard shift and I got to this bus yard and the lot opened up the sky to to this amazing sunrise painting, lighting a beautiful fire across the sky. I had to pull over and capture it exactly as I saw it. I snapped this photo and sat there for the next five minutes watching it fade away while everyone engaged in the bustle of the everyday commute just flew on by. Sunrises are my sunsets. My day was done and that blaze let me know I would soon be embracing sleep while the world around me busied itself with keeping the motor running.
on the road
It's Sunday morning and we have no plans. How nice!
A late summer afternoon Boston South Station, about to head west on the Commuter Rail
Walking through Boston, thinking about life. It is weird how those two feel strangely connected.
Paying it forward
The view from the deck of the Charles W. Morgan. She's visiting Boston for a few days, and I had the lucky privilege of an early-bird tour!
Ordinary things: but they mean I am settling into a new home. (Also, after three months, I finally have something to put my clothes in.)