Much of I-64 is beautiful, but the most beautiful spots seem to have evolved around predetermined rest stops along the highway.

Only ten more hours of this stuff. Alyssa’s cake might make it to three layers.

Sixty Five Acre Pond and Mulberry Pond, if Google Maps is to be believed. Assawoman Wildlife Refuge.

Little Assawoman Bay, southeasterly. A cold and windy day at what might be the southmost point of Assawoman Wildlife Refuge.

Looking for treasures discarded by the ocean. The panorama is a little choppy, but the ocean would simply not stand still.

From the course, 10 minutes before the first race. This one is a full 360 degrees.

Half an hour before, it was just a little leak. Then… instant waterpark!

I almost didn’t photograph this car. There were more visually interesting tags on the train, but as it began rolling, I felt the need to document my confusion with this particular collection. I saw the ADM logo, the stars of David, the bizarre title, the positive affirmations,  the crossed out “classic” tag…. Even now, still seems hard to really understand how many hands were at work here — which are standalone signatures, and which are commentaries on the others.

My contracting mothership is kept dark and laid back. I haven’t seen the caped crusader, but Veronica’s recent performance piece is currently on display.

A beautiful moment in an otherwise beastly commute. That’s the Masonic Temple on the left.

A small park in our neighborhood is next to a stream that’s somehow managed to survive among the landscaping and development. The bank was slippery, unpredictable and a little dangerous. Extra points for finding the corner I had to clone to get the framing right.

I once had a yellow piece of flair that proclaimed “Have a Day” with an iconic face that neither frowned or smiled. I like to think that — like the artist that painted these simple eyes and horizontal mouth in a vacant lot — I was helping to spread a little apathy in the world.