The precipitation hanging in the air of late is lending a eerie softness to the landscapes. (Millville)

It’s like traveling to another place with these shifts in weather. (Northside)

And it all comes back to home as I sit there at my desk in the studio and this face extends up over the balcony.
It’s a two story loft sort of thing, and Tom has fashioned a long pole from cardboard tubes in the recycling bin
and added a face. (Oxford)

I’ll close out these not flowing images with a shot from Kentucky in the wee hours. (Bellevue)

If you were in Cincinnati on Saturday morning, you couldn’t miss the fog.
It was pervasive and thick.

When I groggily stepped to the bathroom that a.m., I thought it had snowed—
the light coming through the blinds was intensely filtered and white.

Just to reiterate my made-up “rules” of this album. after that nice run of photos from Graceland…
1. Take (at least) one picture every day.
2. Only post photos in order, never skipping ahead, even if that means great delay.
3. There is no third rule.

But this image above? I didn’t even take it.
Erik did—while we drove back from Memphis and up through Kentucky in the foggy night.
It captured the moment so darn well, I had to steal it.

I should also mention it is in lieu of a snapshot from an awesome meal at Caffe Nonna.
(If you ever visit Nashville, check yourself in with whatever location-based-app you’re using and enjoy excellent foods.)

And now? Here’s the crappy photo I took later that day back in Cincinnati outside Union Terminal.
A photo of broken auto-glass while we missed the Drive-By Truckers at Shake It Records because I’m lame.

(Cross-posted on the studio journal)

The view to the west from my living room in the wee hours of morning.