This is where I've been in the last few days... or the path I would have taken if the airplane had flown directly over the highways. I took bad pictures or no pictures, so here's what happened: I got bumped up to first class, Steve and his mom came over for dinner, I took a train to DC, Dad's pantry is still fully stocked, Matt and Kendall are dong just fine, train back to Richmond. Imagine all that like people had to back in the days before soul-stealing picture takers.
I took my photos to Scrap's gallery so they could hang them up for the show. They also have a store of junk that can be reused for making art. Some of next year's found photos may come from this box.