Vertical lines. Wood and concrete, moss. Sun and shadow. Where am I?
Let’s pull back a little. Grids. A window. Am I? Am I?
I am! I’m at my favorite pair of garages on a cold but sunny winter morning.
Starting to get some nibbles in the job search but all so far will require a move, the odds that we can stay in our house aren’t zero but nearly so. One thing we’ll likely get no matter where we end up is a double-car garage, something I’ve missed in the last 16 years as we have a small single-car garage. Many houses in this old neighborhood don’t have garages at all, but this is one of the rare doubles. I’m rather worn out from the job search, compounding the emotional toil is the time investment for researching these opportunities, I haven’t taken a full day off in a while. I haven’t been out hiking since the layoffs at the start of November but I’m hoping that will change if not this week than the next.
My favorite pair of garages, I’ve photographed them before in spring and winter, now the fall.
The evidence doesn’t lie.