Everything is metaphoric, if you squint long enough, or if you smash your face against brick hard enough.
Or something. Perhaps this wasn't a good week to quit sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet.
Joined at the hip. Birdsill Holly related.
Canyons and Contrails, oh my.
Stare and Stare. Disbelief can be a verb. Don't ask me how though.
Randolph Street Bridge
It all washes away eventually.
Nice photos once more Seth :) I really enjoy them, especially as it's like getting to know a city on the other side of the world!