Wandering

I was on my way to the dump one recent Saturday. Hauling trash and recycling is one of the most least glamorous chores I perform regularly--without the benefit of the almost-mandatory pickup truck that would make the job so much easier. I'm one of the very few Mathews County residents who pulls in to the Mathews Convenience Center (the fancy name for The Dump) in a Kia Forte named Sandy (she's a sandy color) with sixteen bags of recycling, even though recycling is optional in Mathews.

 Before I continue galloping down this tangent 

about the dump, recycling, and my Kia Forte named Sandy, 
which really is unrelated to these pictures,

let's go back to the beginning and try again.

One Saturday on the way to the dump, I had to pull over because one of Sandy's my doors wasn't closed all the way. I glanced over at this delightful old building, which I pass at least twice a day going to and from work, and admired the sun shining on it just so. Luckily, I was able to locate my camera amongst the sixteen bags of recycling that was practically suffocating me in my non-pick-up truck Kia Forte.

Since it is abundantly clear I can't focus on the most important part of this story, i.e. this gorgeous old building, I'll stop trying to explain the circumstances which caused me to pull over a half a mile from my home and rather haphazardly glance up to see this beautiful old building talking to me.

But I was definitely on my way to the dump.