I go a lot of places. I see a lot of things. I usually like what I see.
Just today I saw a refrigerator in a front yard. An old barn on an small side street. And some other stuff, like this sign in a grassy parking lot overshadowed by lots of greens.
All gems in my eyes. Always a fresh view. I decided to, and have been, combing through some old files to put together a "places" essay. No people. No faces. Just places.