My hands got stiff and cold, but I didn't care, lured outside by the fog and dew with my camera around my neck. I found myself slap dab in the middle of a quarter-block-sized-fun-photo-taking atmosphere, right in my neighborhood.
Looking northeast. Look closely in the fog, beyond the Stop sign and the no parking sign and the fencing. You can barely see a parked car--that's my usual suspect Zipcar, when it's not reserved by someone else and off on an adventure.
Looking southeast.
Looking west.
Looking east.
Looking south.
The sight that started it all for me, last Sunday morning, when I took photos from 8:45 a.m. until 10:20 a.m. Two hundred and five photos in all. I promise I won't share all of them here--don't want to lose y'all!