I was in Brownfield, Texas, on a Sunday morning, doing my thing – checking out stuff downtown. I found the vacant movie theater, and shot a photo through a broken window to get the interior. Then I turned around, and let my gaze track across the marquee that jutted over the sidewalk. Two-thirds of the way across it, I saw this cat, just chilling in the joists. I was a lot less chill when I spotted her, but after I got over the initial surprise, I laughed. Then I made a photo.
At least it wasn’t a crazed killer lurking up there…
The view from my hotel room in Chicago offered a view of the office building across the street; it was like a mural, only one that changed from minute to minute. If my trip had been a couple of days longer, I would have started to figure out whose schedule demanded late hours at the office.
in a hotel room