Sometimes I walk along a street and in front of a building, and other than a few leaves, it looks as it has for the last month and year. Then, there’s a day and place like this, where the driveway has been chunked, with the concrete no doubt to be removed on the morrow. I don’t think that the driveway was in bad shape…although it is now.
Elsewhere, this white picket fence is holding its own…loving the light and shadow.