Today, as my wife observed, I spent my time waiting. Waiting in traffic. Waiting in line. Waiting for a meeting. Waiting for a full bottle of ketchup. Waiting for an obscure French artfilm to end. Waiting for my decisions to make sense to me. I spent the day waiting, and it has begun to make me wonder, what exactly is it that I'm waiting for?
I call today's picture, "My Dear, You Left the Window Open." I like the shadows, but I wish you couldn't see my car through the window.