It was cold, damp, bleak and dreary. Dickens would have felt right at home.

The story this picture tells is the relentless march of “progress” and how we continue to eradicate nature in favor of more and more and more and MORE cement and “convenience”.

Observations from a taxi window in London. Hop in with me and share the journey of a sad discovery.

A gorgeous, fiery sun merging with the horizon while it generously backlit the clouds and turned the evening sky into a work of art deserving of a haiku.

Going to work in the dark.. Sometimes the urge to capture a moment strikes when I least expect it. At a red light. Waiting. Thinking. Looking, and perhaps more importantly, seeing. This was our view (the car and me) early this morning at a stop […]

I’m back at work this week after almost 3 weeks off during the holidays, and the 50+ minute commute has held some amazing sights.