All Things Go

Nothing like a brisk 5 mile stroll at 6:30 am on a cool Saturday morning. The sun arose to a dull, overcast landscape, and lacking both sleep and substantial nutrition, I stuffed my green polo T-shirt and khaki pants into a backpack, and scurried out the door to catch my 9 am shift.

Yes, I walked to work. And yes I was late. But I decided to take pictures along the dangerous backroads and partial highway action. Consider this my first installment of many photo experiments to come, and one adventure I hope to NEVER have again.

The cows across from my house.


A large tree in a frozen pond.


Horse farm.


Tiny white house.


Barn doors.


Rt. 99


Up the hill...


Cross the road...


My exit.


Middle of the highway.


Sidewalk's end.