July 26, 2017
July 24, 2017
I returned to the old bank drive-through last week, expecting to find nothing I hadn’t seen before. But once again I fell prey to its charms. Last time we had had rain the night before, but the time before that it had been dry. This time it was dry also, but the sun shone more brilliantly, and the paving was even lighter in color. This must have been a floor at one time. These squares are the size of some quarry tile I have seen, and the sweeping arcs are marks that could have been made in the spreading of mastic.