Welcome to Indiana

(Descriptions, if any, are above each picture.)

I totally forgot to buy an Indiana magnet. I am only now realizing this. Damn. But we’re in Indiana now. This is Indianapolis. Somehow, we missed Columbus entirely. I think I took a 200-level road, which by-passes the city. Too bad. I would have toasted Julie as we drove through. Next time.

This is a shot of something. I am not sure what it is. But whatever it is, it’s in Indiana.

This was taken of our first hotel room just outside of Indianapolis in a town called Greencastle. We ate pizza from a not so good pizza joint who claimed to know Chicago style pizza. While we waited for our not so good pizza, I took pictures of a transvestite’s hands.

More of our hotel room—an unmade bed. The room sort of scared me, quite honestly. I think they do actually rent these rooms by the hour. But I don’t ask questions anymore.

Here is Toby. He’s taking a picture of himself in the mirror. The flash went off, oops.

Here are some things along the way. I wish it were possible to get paid to travel and take pictures from one’s car. That would rule. I could probably do that for a while.

Things like this never lose their beauty.

I like pie. Not as much as cake. But pie is good.

Here we are at the Silver Lakes Rest Stop.

This is the closest I will ever come to taking a picture of myself in the bathroom.

A mirror-project shot. There’s a telephone inside so you can call your pet.

Here are some blue things on a big truck. Would you believe me if I told you we DID actually edit this down quite a bit?