Where Hamilton Avenue turns into Ludlow.

I stepped into the farmhouse and Wendy was working next to this scene on the kitchen table.
I’m sure she’s going to document the carnage, but I couldn’t resist.

This fella’s name is Tiger. He lives in Dayton.

And lastly these necklaces seemed wanting to be photographed.

I’m reminded not to think too much about the content of these snapshots.
Otherwise I’ll get all backed up and another six months will pass.

More photos from the afternoon

I expect this view across Hoffner Park in Northside will keep getting better with seasons and time.

I’m glad this style of graphic design fell out of fashion.
The odd thing is, I can’t tell if this is retro, ironic, or something else entirely.

Combatting the effects of that overnight flight, but settling back in Ohio well enough.
I’d complain about the cold weather, but sunsets like this quell such thinking a little.

Travel day: LAX > DTW > CVG

Seems I’ve been through the Detroit Metro Airport before: Previously, in 2004.

I do very much love the light tunnel connecting concourses, even when running madly to catch a connection.

The rest of the day was spent wondering why I thought a red-eye flight was a good idea.

Pretty sure this is Toledo from above. I could be wrong.