Posted in the hallway outside the costume shop at the university’s studio arts building were a series of costume drawings.
We pass this bizarre sculpture all the time and it’s still hard not to notice it.
I wandered into a downtown alley because something caught my eye, and found this wall with the fire escape, its shadows, graffiti, a portrait, and light reflected from a nearby glass high-rise.
The automated announcements at this airport are delivered with a British accent.
A Saint Louis landfill— merely one pile of refuse from one middling city in a vastly more advanced civilization— dwarfs Monk’s Mound at nearby Cahokia.
I’m pretty sure none of the characters in The Lego Movie ever spoke the name “Lego.”
There were some teenagers in another part of the gym locker room.
It never occurred to me that Facebook would have a Facebook page. It has things on it like “422,769 people like this.”
This week’s spring thaw left a little ice cave, complete with icicle stalactites, in the bottom of the pile of snow and debris.
Photos I took of Cahokia Mounds and Gateway Arch using Instagram.
During our visit to Argentina this winter I took some photos in my in-laws’ home.
I wonder how Pablo Neruda would have felt having an elite service for wealthy travelers named for him.
Here are a couple of ice photos I took at work this winter.