Urban poetry

Another shot from the rainy night last week: an ordinary bike rack, glamorized by shadow and reflection.

I am fairly confident that I speak for the majority of Americans when I say, "Is it November yet? Dear God, please let it be November already."

I have three trips booked between now and the election -- a long trip to Australia and New Zealand in a few weeks, and short visits to Jackson Hole and Iceland later -- and I honestly cannot wait to get as far away as possible from all the noise.