That's the idea, at least. I'm walking westward from New York City for nine months or so.
If everything goes according to plan, I'll be in Oregon when the clock runs out.
If nothing goes according to plan, maybe I'll end up in Peru or Mongolia or Pennsylvania.
You can read all about the details of my trip
if you're so inclined.
I like the straight lines of the light poles, telephone poles and the smoke stack, and how they appear crooked at the same time. Neat.
The star in the center reminds me of a quilt pattern.