Only 515 miles to go before we sleep. Or eat again, mayhap.
Already waiting for the next eclipse.
The joy of travel.
Yes, the universe is unfolding as it should.
An idiosyncratic musical mystery tour of America.
My solar probe reports in.
Visual, not philosophical.
Planning and streets: They can both have more than one level.
Collies, sheep, and the fun they have together.