When I was getting ready to make this photo, I was wishing that someone had washed the hotel windows recently. I didn’t care for the streaks on the glass or the way they interfered with the photo I wanted. But as sometimes happens, the things I disliked the most ended up being (to me) important to the image. They remind me of cartoon stink lines radiating up from the distant skyline.
The town’s visionary was so far ahead of the the food truck trend that their truck didn’t make it. I mean, I guess it didn’t make it, since it’s surrounded by weeds that have clearly had all summer to get this tall. That’s the downfall of being a visionary – sometimes you are just too far ahead for it to work.