Single-Serving Photo

Hello, Mike.

If ever there was a candidate for purchasing a GPS system, that would be me. I can easily get lost on MARKED trails. Trail maps confuse me. Directions confuse me. It’s a wonder I got home tonite, even.

Apparently I don’t venture out creatively with any images beyond my place of employment. There wasn’t anything remotely interesting to capture in the fine establishment that is the West Springfield Chili’s this evening. I did eat my weight in chips and salsa, though… a worthy tradeoff.

I assure you, it smelled really bad.

Fountains are cool.

Nature.

Not nature.

I work in an ancient converted factory. Each bathroom is unique. One is a faded shade of salmon and has dusty silk flowers in it. One is drab with peeling grey paint. This is the view from the 2nd floor blue bathroom. It reminds me of a middle school lavatory. Sometimes it smells like plastic and glue and I can hear music through the vents coming from my office above. I always pause to look out the window before heading back upstairs to work.