Just after the storm. Just before the Charlotte FC v. Chelsea kickoff.
My inner 12 year old demanded to go explore, so after knocking off a few tasks indoors I took the Tiger on a back road excursion to Pilot Mountain and back. It was a good day for scoping out the fall colors (and for heated grips).
The last Shell gas station of its kind is in Winston Salem, NC.
Spring’s bearing down on us. I could feel it when Eli and I took the dogs for a hike to Window Falls at Hanging Rock.
A sizable rail yard sits on the margins of our neighborhood. I like to occasionally walk over and see what’s there.
From a recent photo shoot at Paul’s garage. I love this shot.