Today I got word about a death.
Mr. Lane was probably in his early 70s by all accounts. Always dressed as if he'd meet the President, this man greeted all he passed in the hallways.
"Good morning!"
"How are you?"
The usual banter until he made eye contact and you knew he really MEANT "How ARE you?" or "(have a) Good Day!"
He passed yesterday. I'm not sure why it bothered me to such a degree; I doubt he and I had been formally introduced. Mr. Lane had such a strength of character as to leave quite an impression upon those who had the ability to sense it.
With that in mind I went for a drive during my lunch-half-hour. I found a place of peace to be alone for a bit.
Playing with the spot of focus: 
I nearly threw that pic away; but I am starting to like the feeling I get. It's as if I'm 'moving' down into that pic...sorta.
Saw this on my way home from work today:
