Oh, I know it’s not really a steering wheel. But that’s what it reminded me of.

My dad’s name is Chester, so it seemed like a natural place to visit. It was a nice town (there’s an especially nice art-glass studio that’s worth a visit), and one of those places we’d like to return to one of these days.

But until then, I’ve got a photo of a not-a-steering-wheel. And some art glass.

Chester, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.7.2015