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A bad sprain kept me away from work. After an x-ray proved that all was well with the foot, I decided to drive a couple of towns out of our little one and take some pictures. An abandoned snuff mill, a yellow house, a sign that said that we are proud to be Americans, Canadian geese waiting for the springtime, an old park that has fallen into disrepair and general suburbia in various states of repair and disrepair met my eyes. Every once in a while, I would stop, take a couple of pictures, listen to the rain a bit and drive on. It was good, something different from the familiar yet banal commute that some of us face on a daily basis. I drove by about three towns, twenty miles out and back – refreshed and feeling better. The architectural similarity of most of the towns, the formulaic planning, the colored signs, painted homes and paved sidewalks was distressful in its sameness yet vaguely comforting in its familiarity.